It's like I'm stuck in this place,
as as a human disgrace,
unfoundedly misplaced,
unable to follow your trace.
I want nothing more than to be yours,
but I'm behind these closed doors,
and we're living on two separate shores,
now chasing you has become my chore.
I question if it's even worth all this,
just for one silly kiss,
it's not like it's even me you'd miss,
a man without feelings is worthless.
Sincerely yours,
the heartless.
belle
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The Poems I Wrote In My Leather Journal
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