I hope we're not just going round in circles.
This love just feels too real.
No offense or harm meant,
Aren't you too real to be true?
Or is the problem from me,
The first born of chaos
Used to different problems, skeptical about happiness?
The glow in your eye is too bright, it blinds me.
The honesty in your voice, too truthful, it hurts.
The love in your aura, too loving, it kills me.
This love thing we're doing.
Are we doing it wrong?
Why does it feel so good to be true?
Are we just running around in circles??
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In My Head | ✓
PoetryIn my head, there are a million things I'd wish I could say. A million things I realize. But the courage I have not birthed to say them aloud. Just a girl who feels too much, sees too much, hears to much and an obsession of curiosity. In a world w...
