You've returned
Calling out my name
My heart races, and happiness replaced the hate
I didn't forget what might have been fake
I still cling to the hope that it was real
Our arguments, short, normally playful
The voice that made my heart twist and turn
Those who care say to turn away
I can but only briefly
Am I still in love?
Is this twisted hate?
Help me choose, dearest prince of black and blue...
YOU ARE READING
Little Light
PoetryHere is a small little book of poems, mostly dedicated to a certain person. :^) Edit: I don't know why the FUCK I entered this in the wattys tbh. Guess in bored
