Glued to your choice of song
Stuck between the lines for long
Searching answers if I was wrong
In your verses, I don't belong
I recognize the past history
Enduring misery and injury
Not dreaming for any victory
Your game was entirely bloody
Damn, I was there at your worst
Colors I fill until I burst
Nothing left in me, but thirst
Of your love without a curse
You're imperfect with intellect
An intensity that gives me effect
The kind of soul I like to connect
But you reject, I can't expect
Your vision was oddly scarce
I can't see it thru our peers
Only, you, appears clear
I fear the end was near
Our tale never had definition
I was nothing but your season
A passenger waiting at station
Leaving behind for a reason
-shen
YOU ARE READING
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 ...
