Drawn on
With small moments
And
Memories
You grab a pencil
And carve it in my skinThe fire you give me
And laughs you leave me
Divide
By yelling
And hate
That only you can do
That make a changeNever stop loving the way the it glides on me
But hating the way it looksHappiness and jokes
Agruements and workNot sure if it is as sharp as your love or blurred out by tears
Keeps me together but tears be apart
I hate the way you draw but love the way you feel.
We fight over
The pen when
It only bleeds the truthWe draw this line in our
Everyday lives
And dance on it for eternity
Our feet fall in rythme
And crash in beatNever stop hating
Never stop lovingNever stop.
Inspiration: School Project
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One Chance Encounters With Some Words
PoesiaPoems. About life. About chance. About pain. About me. And about every word in between *Completed* P.s These poems are of me as an angsty middle schooler. I do hope you enjoy them, but I also apologize about the mild cringe that could occur. P.p.s...