I love you.
I will tell him tonight
Under the night's moonlight
And a dinner for two
Because I love you
You haven't arrived
I've waited two hours
I will drive to you then
To confess to a man
I shout your name as I walk into the lounge room
Only to see a scene supposed to be performed in a bedroom
You freeze and look to your fellow actor
She grabs her clothes and exits through the backdoor
I look to your friends and they look torn
But I feel sore
You left me for a whore
I was weak before
Now I have grown
I will not be a child anymore
I walk through your corridor
One. Two. Three. Four
You are on the floor
(Dead)
Yes, I have a gun
Helps me with the pain
I think I am going insane
But I am alone yet again
I ran into him again
But today he will explain
I point my gun at him
He remains
He walks towards me and takes the gun away
I hiss
After that follows a kiss
Absolute bliss
It's been a month with him and I am okay
He says I can walk away
But if I stay I must obey
He teaches me the way of the criminal
My father can't call me angel
Because I no longer live by the bible
I am evil
He sees through me like an x-ray
But I can't do the same
He seems to have weakened
Like his heart has widened
I heard police break down the door
Right before he fell to the floor
I hold his hand in mine
Oh, what did I do?
It was just us two
He was my heart's only glue
But before he goes he say to me...
I love you...
TO BE CONTINUED...
You can never win when you're in love.
Constant fighting and screaming.
That's not love it is war.
And what is war then?
Merely a disagreement.
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Behind Locked Doors
PoesíaTHESE ARE POEMS The sad and depressed call for help openly. The happy ones are always the ones with more scares, and we call for help too late. These poems will let people see into the eyes of someone you think is happy but behind closed doors they...
