If my poems were yours,
you'd only send them
to who's suppose,
to not deserve your love.
If my poems were yours,
you'll fly them to the main reason,
of your sadness at night.
If my poems were yours,
you'd end up with tears,
that the girl of your dreams
is never your own.
If my poems were yours,
I'll lie to u about those feelings,
of love and adoration in all
it's meanings,
of course.
If my poems were yours,
id give them to me.
cause you're sure
I would embrace them and
memorize every new line I see.
If my poems were yours,
Id defend you by them
from our love enemies,
and never forget our
whole memories.
If my poems were yours,
Id love them like
rain falls in a forest,
id love them like
beach loves the tourists,
id love them like
you love the movies,
and watch them all over again,
as if it's all what my eyes studies.
realizing where I began to
write all about you,
and when you remember me well,
and you think of
all the nonsense with out you
and how I was spelled by that,
give me your all and nothing
else then.
You know I've been
sitting alone here for so long,
you weren't next to me as always
But though,
you were never gone.
- ClaryElvis
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the nowhere of believers.
PoetryThis book speaks to people who suffered from the lovely little things, The little things that may slowly destroy us, wether it's before, now, or after. And keep us numb, instead of ignoring all the strength we could have inside. to people w...
