Is it too soon,
My dear
To hold you ever so near
To smile like a goon
When you say my name
I don't feel the same
As I did with her
Or him
It's so much clearer
When the lights dim
And all that is left
Is your smile
A victim of theft
Is what I am while
You look at me
I think it's fine
I feel so so divine
Just lying here lovingly
There is a hole where it used to be
You've run with it and I'm not even angry
I think I know
What love looks like
Don't need no complicated verse
Or rhyme
It's you.
A/N Every day is simp day
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I Am Exhausted
PoetryThis is where I let my mind and inner demons roam. Leaving your thoughts would be much appreciated as I am trying to grow as a writer. Also, don't expect any continuity, these are in no particular order and there is no sytem. Some are older works a...
