i'd look at you at a far distance,
begging for you to bother a glance.
i'd count one two three until forever,
but your eyes were spent for another.
you'd look at her with those eyes,
completely blinded by all her lies.
please give me your love instead,
i swear it will never be wasted.
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Dark and Beautiful
PoetrySometimes my thoughts and hand bleed so much poetry I can barely stop them from leaking onto the paper. But sometimes, too, my heart bleeds too much blood that I couldn't write poetry anymore.
