I wish my love was just a book or some pages
To burn or to conveniently lock 'em away
I wish it wouldn't wet my feet like beach waves
Creating smile lines on my fingertips
Off the days that were sunny and never to go back
It's to hate that I love
And for all its not a vague presence
And the trust in it's never promised fulfilment
Though there's nothing left to wonder
And I haven't much but words to offer
These unsealed rantings called phrases
Has my soul buried with leeches...
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Poems Of An Introvert //Poetry//
PoesíaGone with the dawn Here my thoughts are layed upon Tales, hidden scares, also disguised happiness Crying out loud cries of souls quitely lying latent ..... Please show ur ❣and support....❤🤗 I'll be writing more cause , As quoted by Robert Frost, ...
