To the tides I trust,
I am sure it's true love and not just lust.
Everyday you always slip on my head,
I just wish that I'm brain dead.
I've been so tired after you cut our thread.
I can't stop this self-eating forlorn,
In my heart you left a big thorn.
It kept tearing me apart,
And yet you are still the love of my heart.
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Midnight Thoughts.
PoetryThe content inside of this are full of poem and unsaid thoughts, It helps me express my feelings. It contains metaphor and irony.
