It hurts to look at you too long
This drug struggles to belong
The wind is blowing at my hair
And i'm trying not to stare
I'm thinking of what could be
Laying way under this tree
You remind me of my lost love
When pull throws, push comes to shove
Time becomes incoherent when you're near
I want (need) you here
You, my darling, daring boy
Broken, beautifully whole
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melancholia: a collection of poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry all written by myself The individual poems will be marked as parts with their names. These poems are completely my own. They are the essence of my soul. It's like when you are younger and you just painted something out...
