Please care for me
Screaming underneath my mind
Watching every inch of your doing
None of them projected at me
Endless texts incoming
Nothing reach the tip of your head
Lower my ego to paint you right
Guess I'm not a good artist
Was that the man of my dream
Crying out my soul for a notice
Making you the false God
I used to be a good believer
While you busy building an empire
I sit in silence like a dog
Could just mess the entire house
Throw everything into a grave
Could break the locked front door
Jump off your high prison tower
Swim back from your deepest sea
Believe me I could do it
Wanted to believe it's all in my head
Like a fairytale on Christmas night
But you sit in silence
Not even a word coming up
Now I'm taking up pieces
Paint you up in black
Clean up the mess you made
Waiting until you celebrate me
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I Read Something Along The Way (Mini Poetry Collection)
PoetryCollection of short poems about a gay characters struggling inside the complicated feelings of love, heartbreak and revelation. Written in short lines and 11 chapters, this collection reveals the uncertainty of life that comes within love and sexual...
