Take me to the moon
but not alone
I have wished to see the stars
I wished to lay down in your arms
I'd think I'd run out of options
But you're an weird addictive toxin
running around in my blood
getting ready for the flood
I'd like my coffin in pink
I'd like my thoughts in sync
It feels like I'm dreaming
I'm losing my meaning
I don't have my feelings
untill the demean me
it's not like I'm healing
it feels like I'm dreaming
but things are just seeming
that the world won't make sense
YOU ARE READING
I shattered my own soul
Poésiea bundle of love poems, I suspect there are gonna be a lot of bitter love poems but I'll try to include happy ones and now all your love is wasted, but who the hell was I?~ skinny love
