I confess my ever demons
Liking you with my reasons
It felt where both in a museum
Paralyzed in thought like prison
These sums, he comes
Surrounded with roses and guns
My throat succumbs and tongue
Why its hard to say and run
How can you be selfish and daunting
Or its me, I've done the wrong thing
Don't you ever sing again like a king
Coz your throne never deserving
You don't believe my words of affection
After that I give my questions
And you define your correction
That its not real but a misconception
I never cared as well scared
Until I met you impaired
I can't dare to spend and defend
Let's leave this undefinable thing to end
I don't need answers I realized
And love shouldn't be idealized
These eyes dies, he lies
Be wise, she sighs
-shen
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The End of Us
PoetryI write these for someone He's special to me and a love one That's all we are, and were done Feelings slowly fades and gone These poetries are left unsaid And I just write it instead ...
