after the first glance between you and me,
i felt a spark of unknown that i knew, i want you.
but there's no signs of soulmates but with your creation, you made us feel.
and you were throwing questions and they knew what comes next.
i cry a lot like her, i suffer in the dark that you can't even hear.
you're not my friend, but i'd like to pretend,
pretend that we're soulmates.
again, at least in the land of our little toxic lies.
YOU ARE READING
Desperate Nightmares, Old Habits Die: Prose and Poetry
Poetryi live in a poetic life but dying from your poisonous lies. we live in vain, so we drink until we get drunk in our own mistakes and sins. but still making out with the devils, but in the back of my mind, i'm with you - haunting me stunningly.
