oh, pretty eyes, pretty smile,
my lovely, lovely kind boy,
your heart is special, your heart is big and full;
Like a clogged sink, you hold my flow of flaws;
not to say, you are absolutely perfect,
that there are no flaws in you,
just sometimes it's not so noticeable,
the way mine are to you;
i will write you letters of love
and letters of hurt, i will keep stored away
so your conscience will never know
that you hurt me just like the others do too;
my heart is filled with love & delusion,
my mind is constantly fighting the realisation
that love can hurt, love is not always patient;
oh, my sweet sweet boy,
you're picking at my heart here and there,
and even though the scars hurt when touched,
my heart still pumps a love so whole,
i hope our love never turns cold;
- littleflowergirll
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feelings.
Poetrya very raw description of my feelings. do not expect correct grammar because this is just what I write without editing. a mix of poems and writing on random topics. Raw. Real.
