She is a code.
I work her out day and night.
Taking out the pieces that i hate
And Placing the ones i love carefully inside her pure heart.
she is a key
Switch up her feelings
Whenever I ache for her
Whenever I feel the fear,
Whenever I feel the hurt,
Whenever I need to feel her.
She is a puzzle
The last benchmarked
of where my love resides
Where I settle my cracked soul
And perhaps awaits
When she comes finds me
So i wait,
Waiting...
Waited.
And every nanosecond of it,
I love.
My home.
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Mr. Poetry
PoetryFor the Guy who don't know poetry mean so much for a girl That he decided to make one for her himself Doesn't matter if it looks boring or uncool at least he tried to share his true feelings hidden between the line. Started Nov 12,2017- Ended april...
