Hold me close, now
and tell me this all
is just a bad dream.
Tell me this won't be the norm,
the anger we spoke,
the words that we scream,
and
tell me how you need me,
how you need me to stay
to stay here and in your arms.
Tell me how you want me,
how you want me to
want you this way.
You stay on your side
of the line you drew
in the sand we call Love.
You tell me,
I don't know how to feel
when Love feels like War.
So, I tell you
this isn't war,
honey, this is civil unrest.
Maybe, you don't love me
like you said you do.
If you don't know,
let me go.
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A Compilation of My Soul
AcakThe best way to describe this is just as the title says- a compilation of my soul. These are the short stories, the poems, the scenes never completed, the lessons I have discovered in me through the years. I believed it only right to share them with...
