I can't give you love
But I'll give you this house
Empty as it may be
You can paste the walls with images of me
I could rather kiss you
And whisper sweet nothings into your ear
But that's all they would be
Nothing
Selfishly our relationship
Like stagnant water
I trap in these four walls
I call a heart
So you can never leave
So I'll give you this house
Empty as it may be
So you can fill it with the feelings
I can not receive
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Memories of a Monster
PoetryStories have told about the monster in the night. The monster that must stay far away from light. But how does it feel to always have to hide To be forced to take on this terrible fight How does it feel to be stripped of the right? The right to liv...
