Am I that close to the line
of full hatred?
I'm trying to write and now
I don't wanna get my time wasted.
I'm sure you're fucking mad,
because of my crying baby breath,
and how I literally look fucking sad.
I close my eyes as I go to bed,
trying not to drop more tears to shed.
I let those feelings all out,
and you're feeling nothing,
thinking you'd help me
with out a doubt,
here we go eventually
holding the tissue again.
I got no chance to be happy,
I wanted to smile, to be truly lucky.
I always thank my parents,
giving you wrong impressions,
letting me down,
so you give me a hug, telling me
there's really no pressure.
I fold myself into the sheets,
thinking how fast my heart could beat,
when I'm in the dark thinking of you,
and our way making a good deal.
but I don't stay like this,
I promise you,
like I promised before,
there's nothing in love
u would miss,
we'll get there,
you're gonna find the kiss.
again, I promise.
I got too much, hollow feelings.
I got so many, questionable meanings.
oh yes as much as I'm hated by you,
those feelings are really hollow,
I'm homeless I'll drive a car,
there's you who I'll follow.
just as much as your lovely shadow,
never have left,
you decided your arms
aren't my castle anymore,
forget our times, forget the phone calls,
just like never or on hold.
outside you're silent,
please me by telling you're,
silently believing,
believing that your love is through me.
don't wanna be leaving.
leave me silent in hope,
hope is beautiful
that's what you've told.
please hope in the days
that are screaming cold.
Cause I'll be there,
no one to tell,
I'm folding sheets again.
-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...
