Love: an action,
Words filled with dread,
A seed of doubt planted in my head,
A flower black, angry, a true aversion,
Hate: borne from years of rain,
Now a poison in my veins,
It matters not how you felt,
Only that you act as you have always done,
Sadness: the beast is me, or it feeds on me,
A cloud hanging over my head,
The lone guitar in the background,
And the weight of life on my chest,
Home: it exists now only in my memories,
It is the feeling of missing what never was,
And the anger of being alone,
In a crowded room, my skull imprisons me,
Why do you have to make me feel this way,
Why do you have to be the way you are,
And why did I have to carry that burden all this time?
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nothing else but my heart's desire [COLLECTION] | FINISHED
PoetryMATURE THEMES THROUGHOUT. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. A collection of words (poetry and prose) my heart wishes to say, but has not found the courage to do do. [FINISHED]
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