Time is passing by,
people pass by in a rush dropping dimes,
as I sit waiting for your text,
to make me bush,
cause you make my universe brighter.
You're a lighter and eveytime,
you text I'm on fire.
Hah, you make me break a promise,
to myself,
never fall in love, but I did with you.
No, no, I'm just not reading my emotions right.
Love isn't real.
Even though I feel like a dove free and eveything fades away my stress, my pain,
when I'm with you
Even though eveything you do is beutiful to me.
Love isn't real.
Please, text me back,
no please love me back.
But love isn't real.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoésieA list of random poems coming from my brain, not really about love or anything. Just random thoughts that fill my head, edited into poetry
