I have this feeling that penetrates my skin,
corrupting me to darkness.
I have this feeling that runs through my veins,
damning me to hell.
How can I stop it?
How can I make this feeling better?
I never knew until I met him,
knowing him, loving him, caring for him.
This feeling became warmth, comfortable, wanted.
His bright blue eyes hold a closed door thats doom to open,
A guard doom to fall down,
and a heart doom to feel.
I want to know how that feels
and maybe I can through his emotion,
Or as they call it love.
I want to feel love.
Maybe I have a chance with him.
Maybe I have a choice with him.
And maybe I have life with him.
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Poems Of The Unknown
PoetryDifferent ways of life is not important, but the experience of life is. The world works in mysterious ways, but its up to us to decide what path we chose. Evil or Good. Dark or Light.
