I'm in the house of war
For the love of god, Look behind the wall
love is simply complicated
so lets take an oath
To never fall in that trap
But like House of cards
all my senses are keep falling apart
When i look into his eyes
all im feeling is sick feeling of butterflies
We are too young to be in love
but then y does my heart keep whispering he is the one
y does my mind keep wishing him to be the one
y do i keep writing poems about how much i'm wishing he is the one
I try my very best, but i cant seem to let go
-A
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To my imaginary soulmate
PoetryWhen deep down in the core of your being you believe that your soulmate exists, someone who even understood the dustiest corners of your mixed-up soul. And one day, you find this long-lost puzzle piece that easily falls into place with the broken on...
