You call my name with a promise.
No tone of a mice
Wanting my soul
Chanting "let me buy your soul."
Poised
Voiced
My tiny limbs are not blind.
Guiding me to your mind
Crawling my skin with your shadow
Having no remorse nor sorrow
"Soul"
"Soul"
That word bouncing.
Running to my skull
Wanting you to be my rule
Your voice is my temptation.
My sweet sensation
But is too sweet.
Too ridge
Your colors are bad.
And that is where the girl knows you are mad
But what if I want to?
What if I want you?
YOU ARE READING
Foolishly Unloved
PoetryLove is a weakness that can be turned to something beautiful But we have to learn That some times Only some times Can break our hearts a lot But we are the ones That will have the strength To carry on with the pain And live DISCLAIMER: I was in...
