You say we're similar,
But we're far from the same.
You crave light, a morning with coffee and smiles;
I lavish in the dark, staring drunkenly at my bathroom tiles.
You've lived long with a tranquil bliss, having only peace in mind;
While I've fought a war from the start, and desperately wished I'd run out of time.
You'll say that you'll want love and tenderness;
I'll only care for pain and weakness.
You'll try and get closer,
but I'll only push you away.
Because we're so far from the same;
eventually, you'll leave and I'll stay.
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ŞiirEunoia (n.) beautiful thinking. Galaxies in her head, light in her soul, Beauty in her words, passion beyond control, Writing for love, trying to stay whole. A collection of poetry. Each chapter is an untold story, conceive it...
