Writing is my therapy.
It keeps me living,
And I always have the upper hand.
I can use words to manipulate you,
I am deadly and fierce.
I can cut into your soul,
With just the right force.
You won't be crying,
Nor will you be dying.
I'd bandage it with love,
'Cause baby it's true.
Baby I love you,
I'm just warning you.
Of what you're getting yourself into.
Are you willing to fall for me,
And catch me when I fall to?
Am I worth the effort,
'Cause the others didn't think so.
Will you leave me to?
Will this last?
Don't lead me on with false hope.
My words written on paper,
Can kill a thousand kings.
Don't under estimate me,
Babe just believe it.
I love you,
I do.
I don't want to hurt you,
So run while you can.
My words could kill you,
I'm saving your life.
My words keep me alive,
And they let me vent.
Run babe run,
Go run and hide.
It's best for you to stay alive.
Then kill me by dying at my hands.
YOU ARE READING
Poems For Life
PoetryRandom poems that I write at random times. just thought I should put them to good use. Please follow me.