It kills me.
The way you look straight to my eyes,
My goosebumps will rise,
Didn't know they we're actual lies.
It kills me.
That I'm confused about what you feel,
Will this cure ever heal,
Now that those feelings felt Unreal.
It kills me.
When all in a sudden,
These feelings will be fallen,
Now that it hurts like a knife when it was sharpened.
It kills me.
For i can't believe what i saw,
To see you let go,
Now that im starting to fall.
Yet it kills me,
When you don't even see,
The thing i have to deal,
Now that evenmore..
it kills me.
YOU ARE READING
»Bleeding Poetry«
Poetry~ Feelings. Emotions. It all just bleeded into my poetry. ~
