Boom, and then you see dust.
Not knowing who you should trust.
But when the dust had settle.
I thoughtd I'd see the devil.
The devil, at my pure soul'd reach.
Inside of that pureness nows a breach.
And that is all becuase of you.
You- make me bleed the blue.
You say I brought this upon my own soul.
On me you'd take a very great toll.
So you make me take all the blame.
Of myself I have great amount of shame.
No, you don't get it the hurt and pain.
When everyone else thinks your insane.
Thinking that to love I'm crazy.
Think my thinking be hazy.
How many times will I have to say,
I'm not leaving you with yesterday.
My love is no where close to a game.
This is a fire, you can't put out this flame.
Hurt! Hurt! Hurt! No air! Last breath.
Come, come, I welcome you death.
You got me, you are now a great fear.
The thought of not being with the ones I love, makes me tear.
Oh, the devil.
In me he'd settle.
But you made the breach.
Yet for you I still beseech.
I don't know why! I don't!
But all I know is the love.
So...can't you feel, even a touch, of its glove?
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Poetry
PoetryPoetry with various ideas and different backrounds. Please leave comments on anything I can improve on. Also let me know that you want, more poems and if they're good. Thank you fellow readers. And fellow writers- Rtue writers don't find creativity...
