I feel like I wanna cry.
I feel as if I'd rather die.
I want to just run and hide.
I'd rather do this,
Than look in your eyes.
If I looked,
I'd be gone.
I'll be hooked.
I won't want to let go.
I love you,
More than you will ever know.
It's you,
That I need to breathe.
You've stolen my heart.
I was yours from the start.
Without you where would I be?
But you were never mine.
You never belonged to me.
I may have once held your heart,
But I will never know.
For we are moving far.
Growing more and more apart.
Still we've been through both,
Thick and thin.
Will things between us get better?
Will my heart beat if your gone?
The pain is ripping me apart.
You love me.
I can tell you do.
The question is,
Is it true?
Is the love pure?
If so then, where has it gone?
Were we doomed from the start?
I want to know.
Do you love me?
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Thoughts Stored Inside
PoesíaOriginal poems and feelings expressed in words. The works span the wheel of emotions, but favor a few over the others.
