I'm tired of hearing the same three words,
Day in and day out your lips part and those words come out,
Hollow yet true,
and with each time the words leave your lips,
the stinging in my eyes worsens and the love you talk so freely of
falters.
I need to see it.
The love you proclaim for me.
I want to see...
I want to feel that you love.
Show me with your actions
because you've officially run out of sweetened words.
The voice that fluttered my heart now lights rage within me.
Your actions betray you,
and you fail to see it.
You love me so,
and yet I feel so hollow.
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Pink Blunts - Poetry
PoetryPink Blunts is a collection of my minds ideas. Let's say I'm trying to make sense of my brains none sense! Whether high or sober, our hearts and minds never stop wanting... wanting more in life, more love, hatred, lust and other things. We're all...
