If it's tears you desire for my eyes, let it smile down my cheeks.
I wana kiss each goodbye.
if it's lies u intend for my ears,
let the lyrics be charming
The soul give in to sweet things.
If am not your type don't considered me in your time.
The table turns twice before the dice stop spinning.
Actions; I never regret, this here is gambling with feelings.
Never sure just always assuming, conjuring, misinterpreting, judging upon appearance, when beneath skin lay hidden; raw, soo much alive.
Your twisted mind cut before it was time to reap what was asleep waiting to be woken.
Your trust you said I've broken, when you guarded your's rejecting my poking with defensive thoughts building locks I didn't generate.
Are you in the right of calling my feelings fake.
YOU ARE READING
ME!!!
PoetryDear: journal Thanks for the pages you share, for my pen and pencils to tear scribbling without care of your feelings. Thanks for always being there to collect my pain, doubt and sorrows. Done by: L.A.E (c) All Rights Reserved
