If only you knew.
What goes on inside me.
If only you knew.
The length of the strings that tie me.
You'd hate and despise me.
To me.
A couch is more than a couch.
You are more than an Angel.
The devil runs deep in our bones.
His heat makes our blood flow.
If only you knew.
What I knew.
You'd run away.
You'd close your eyes.
I am not an Angel.
His blood runs deep in my bones.
He speaks to me,
In the night.
If only you knew.
What goes on inside me.
You'd hate and despise me.
I'm not like water.
I don't leak between the cracks.
I burn my way through rocks.
I make everything in my path,
Meld into me.
If only you knew.
What I knew.
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PoesíaThis is some of my creative writing. It's a collection a poems I hope you enjoy. Please vote and share your thoughts!
