I shouldn't love you.
I won't make it if I do.
You speak a language not known to man.
But somehow I can understand.
You will end up killing me if I continue painting you around my mind.
But you're so addicting that you fit into every melody and rhymes.
No one should know about us.
Trust me.
I could be your hidden treasure.
And you could be my guilty pleasure.
YOU ARE READING
Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
