There's something inside me
And it's slowly bubbling up
I can't tell what it is,
Only feel it rising up
It's a heart wrenching feeling
It's a tug like shame and guilt
It's a force violently knocking down
All the walls I carefully built
I can feel it coming, going
Hovering, humming, ebbing, flowing
Rumbling, drumming, slowly burning
Tipping, turning, thrumming, churning
I can tell my heart is yearning
But for what I just don't know
Because what I want, I push away
But I don't want you to go
There is so much on my mind
And yet so little at the same time
As long as I am still alive
It feels like it'll still make me rhyme
All I'm saying, all I know,
Everything I'm writing for,
Every time my heart will fall
Is a time I'll learn to stall
Oh, oh, oh, oh, all I know,
All I know is,
Loving you is a losing game
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I have absolutely no idea why I did that
YOU ARE READING
The Darkness Within: Vol. 4
PoesíaThird notebook, third book. This is where it gets real. Warning: Not for the faint of heart. Just kidding lmaooo (Or am I??) But yeah anyways, here we go on our third (unofficially fourth) rollercoaster ride! Poetry is my way of saying: AAAAAA HELP...
