You are like an ecstasy to me,
The more I try to get myself away from you,
The more it drives me crazy.
How I wish that's the case.
But no let us be real,
You are like an ecstasy to me,
Seeing you being distant from me,
Is a torment.
I'm not trying to get myself away from you,
You are my dear Noir.
What did I do?
Why are you going away from me?
When did all of this start?
It is indeed your choice to be with whoever you desire to be with,
But dear what did I do?
Why are you going away from me?
-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.
