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why is it that i am yours but i never felt that you were mine?
every time you would get jealous of the guys who chat me, i always understand you. i never fought back with your blazing eyes and emotions. instead, i'll be a sea— trying to be calm and cool you down even though i'm pissed a li'l bit.
at first, every time you would tell that i'm only yours, it gave my whole system go into a wild party and be crazy but right now, it hits different.
every time i act like a jealous wife who's afraid to lose his husband because of some girls around him, you would say that i'm just overreacting and paranoid. you would twist the story and tell that i don't trust you.
every time i wanted you to give me some time, you always get mad, saying i'm too immature and i'm overreacting again.
why is it that i can let you do to me everything you wanted and let you say whatever you wanna say but i can't even have my own voice?
why are you doing the things you hate and why am i even labeled as yours even though you aren't mine?
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Proses with its Roses
PoetryWe all have pain inside us, inside those softhearted yet tough hearts and it's on us on how to express it, how to ease it, and how to control it. Painters grab their brushes to express. Singers grab their microphones to express. Dancers grab their s...
