The hope you are giving me,
It's as high as the sky.
It's beautiful,
I hope it will stay the way it is.
I don't want to go through the feeling of grief,
Again.
Please my divine Noir,
If the way you feel is not the same as mine,
Don't get my hopes high.
It'll hurt me more.
I'm done with the hell like feeling called pain.
But if what you are feeling is the same as mine,
Voice out about it,
I'm begging.
I need it.
I need to hear it from you.
The feelings I have for you is too intense dear.
-R.X-
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A Piece of Heart in Question
PoetryThis is where I pour my untold feelings in the form of poems. I'm sure a lot of people will relate to this.
