He has shared his past,
But I have not shared mine.
I do not,
Have a perfect life.
At the moment,
It seems surreal,
The opposite of everything,
I've been through.
My boulders of green,
Still rest heavily,
On my shoulders.
It's my time,
To open my heart,
Because he has no idea,
That I've been lying to him.
Hopefully,
He will not pull his blanket,
Over his eyes again.
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A Poet's Love Story: A Poet's Collection
PoetryLife, Does not wait, For you. It stirs your emotions, And reforms them, Into wings of flight, And it tests, Weather or not, You will open the cage, And allow yourself, To give up, Or if you will keep the wings calm, And continue to live, And underst...
