Tell me it's alright.
Kiss me on the forehead and hold me tight against your chest, and tell me you'll love me forever.
Tell me its alright.
Wipe away my tears, tell me I'm beautiful and hold me close.
Tell me it's alright.
Chase my nightmares away when I toss and turn at night, and grabbed me when I scream.
Tell me it's alright.
Say you're fine when I see you sneaking in, purple marks on your skin, lips swollen with the aroma of flowers.
Tell me it's alright.
Tell me I'm wrong when I cry because I know I'm losing you, tell me you'll never leave.
Tell me it's alright.
As you leave me, because she is better, because she's not damaged like me, she's perfect. Tell me it's over, because you can't handle my baggage, so you slept with the flower girl.
It's not alright.
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Late night thoughts
PoetryHere are some thoughts I have late at night. Some are inspirational, some are poetic and some are straight up mind boggling, pick and choose which you need at the moment. (Ps:I write these at 2:00 am, there are major spelling errors)
