Just face it. I was never the one.
As dreadful as it sounds to me,
lust ain't it hun.
Tipping over the edge here, a daunting scenery.
Slipping would scare me horrifically.
Why's that such a pain mentally.
I keep standing for hope,
I keep holding it like the sticks that hold up this bridge.
Think it will fall sooner...
Please tell me I'm dope.
Maybe that's all I ask for this time.
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Short Love Poems
PoetryA collective series of short romance poetry. Indulge in utter weirdness of thoughts being poured into the pages that I wrote in this book. Enjoy.
