I was mistaken.
It was not love I felt
Not close to it at all
All the blood you drew out of me
Managed to drown me enough to wash out all the doubts i had of you
Oh to lie is such a gift
Because yours were what I called gifts
Every word that escaped your lips
Were like sweet melodies in my ears
To be blessed with such a gift,
Covering murderous intent with the tone of your voice
But with this realization,
Do I let you go?
I fear that if I do,
The loss of you would be greater than the harm that you do
YOU ARE READING
Poems 'cause why not?
PoetryThese poems are supposed to be completely personal for only me and some for her, but why not share it? Surely, in some dimension, we all know how it feels to get our feelings toyed with, be strung along, be in pain, be happy at times too so... Here...
