*Its funny how I wrote this before the previous poem and I don't even understand how my mind can change opinions so easily. I can't fight myself. I guess I accept the consequences*
To some point I see flaws
I become someone I am not
And then I don't feel myself
And then I have a conflict
There is a big difference
So let's wallow in our own miseries
Skin to skin; if it is precious
It is what it should be
I swear by my conflicts that
We can fathom their non existence together; we can conquer, we can survive!
Do not let go.
I will not let go of you.
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Death By a Pen: A Poem's Paradise
PoesiaThey are just heart bleeding poems. Read it. Laugh at my stupidity. Relive my life one verse at a time.
