I made a
Mistake
Again;
But he was so
So
Pretty,
I thought anyone
That pretty,
Could only be the right one.
I made a
Mistake,
Again;
I scribbled words into
My arms
In red ink
That spoke of him.
I made a
Mistake
Again;
His eyes so
So
Beautiful,
I thought anyone with eyes
That blue,
Had to be the
Right one,
But I guess I made
Another mistake.
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Painful Truths
PoesíaLife asked Death, "Why do people love me but hate you?" and Death replied, "Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth." (completed) Well. Poems, if you could call them that. Just rambled and rushed night time thoughts. Some of these a...
