I pretend love isn't made for me.
I say love is something childish,
existing purely in fairy tales,
and only fools would believe in it.
But at night,
when it's so cold, dark
and the emptiness seems to have no end,
I long for a warm hand.
A soft kiss on my head,
words of affection.
I act like I'm cold,
my heart made from stone.
Falling in love is dumb,
why would anyone ever want that?
I repeat over and over.
But when I'm in the streets,
all alone,
surrounded by happy couples,
whom I stare down with a look of disgust,
I secretly wish to be in love too.
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Thoughts turned Words
PoetrySome late night thoughts, memories and feelings. Most of these are written from my personal, very tragic life, however there are some inspired by friends, books and movies. Maybe You can relate to something as well? Honestly at this point it's more...
