Simply a love story?
I'm not sure what about.
And of which category?
How he's mastered the "pout"?
How he's the reddest rose in a field,
Like how he rarely feels pain?
He often is an emotional shield,
And how nothing feels the same?
I'm managing to mess up,
But he's somehow always here.
His family is fucked,
But in a way I'm so dear.
He's given nothing but love,
The same from me in return.
He's like my other turtle dove,
And he leaves me feeling concerned.
I know he can handle himself,
But I know that he is troubled.
I'll put my heart on a shelf,
And I hope his love has doubled.
He's nothing but loyal,
And he is rather outgoing.
He always liked my hair coiled,
But now his pain is really showing.
When I met him he was shy,
But now he hides behind his pride.
He hates it when I cry,
But he is always by my side.
He's my partner in crime,
And my Joker too.
He listens to me whine
And cheers me when I'm blue.
I wish he knew I loved him,
But he thinks he's been befriended;
A few talks have been dim,
But our love has never ended.
-K.W.B.
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Depression Poems
PoetryThese are all my original poems and pictures. If you use them, please make sure to note that I was the one who wrote it instead of stealing it. They do have a trigger warning and thank you for reading.
