Your feelings would not be a ridiculous game for me;
Why would I ever paint you as an antagonist or a villainess who just yearned to softly lust for acceptance, and eventually misinterpreted their gain to get what they want?
I am no different either: I lie with the darkest hue of soot; I cry with the most acrid free-flow of salt; and I even bite my tongue as I try the most to falsify my truths to create a sense of belonging for the ones I loved.
Pleasing people was my responsibility, as they never had the nature to take accountability.
My feelings would not be a double-edged sword to taunt yours.
They are here to connect with yours into a warm, loving embrace, if not forever, then for this mere moment we secretly swim in.
YOU ARE READING
to my future love.
PoetryHave you ever felt the depths of your heart have its groundbreaking display to ever grace the world? It goes with the gentle zephyr to linger within every skip of the lonesome soul, every waltz of such faint fingertips, and every exaltation of sweet...
