If I pour out my soul
Onto the street
Where everyone can see
And touch
Would you still love me
Or would you run
Afraid of my imperfection
Apparently you are perfect
You have no scratches
Because if you did
You wouldn't run away
You would stay and show me your scars too
If you loved me
You would've told me
See? We are the same
You have your scars and
I have mine
We can be broken together
But you didn't
You must not love me
Huh.
It's crazy how that works
I would jump all the way to the moon
Break myself a hundred times over for you
I would
But you won't even look me
In the eye
You won't
All because I poured out
My soul for you
No big deal though, right?
I'll just tape myself back together
But it will be with darkness and sadness
I'll put up a fence
Lock all the doors
Throw away the key
See what happens when you
Pour out you soul
Onto the street
Where everyone can see
And touch
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Whispers Of Our Soul
PoetryWords are the lifeline that connect my heart to the world. This is a collection of my 2am confessions and my 12pm ideas. Told from the viewpoint of my struggling mind, my broken heart, my wild soul, and my screaming mouth. "Distruggi quello che ti d...
