Hope, a craving I feel but is it real. You hurt me before, I begged to be free, but you covered my screams. I loved you can't you see, but you couldn't believe I didn't want you touching me. Hands trailing my body as I fight to be pure. I wanted you, but not like that. I just wanted to be the one you loved. Not for my body but for my smile when I tell you how much you mean to me. I now look back, should I have let you, then would you be considered mine? I just didn't want to be a secret, something you hide in your closet, hoping to never be seen. I just wanted a voice.
Years later, I look into your eyes, blue like the ocean but drowning like the voices in my mind. I still look at you hoping one day you'll be mine. My love, my sweet memories. The clouds in the sky, you're like the sun, you'd burn me with a single touch. Is now too late, too late to be yours? To be the person who holds you tight and tells you good night. To whisper in your ear all the things I love about you, or to smooth my fingers through your hair, soft like Cotton and as breath taking as the winter snow.
If only you knew the love I have for you, toxic like a drug but oh so addicting. It burns my throat, am I crying? Tears fall, I feel them burning into my skin, I hoped you'd love me, nevertheless I think it's too late. The way you look at me brings me nothing but pain, your eyes hold something, I think it's of someone you used to know. I'll never be her, but if only you gave me a chance, I'd sing you a melody, songs of heart felt poetry.
Can I just pretend, that maybe our story won't end like this, Z
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PoetryThoughts locked in my mind, like a prison as I try and survive. Though mentally we are a lot alike just two lost souls, battling for peace in a world of insanity. Will we survive, our own personal Hell? (All poems written by me, Jacey. 100% Origina...
