Drawn on
With small moments
And
Memories
You grab a pencil
And carve it in my skin
The fire you give me
And laughs you leave me
Divide
By yelling
And hate
That only you can do
That make a change
Never stop loving the way the it glides on me
But hating the way it looks
Happiness and jokes
Agruements and work
Not 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 truth
We draw this line in our
Everyday lives
And dance on it for eternity
Our feet fall in rythme
And crash in beat
Never stop hating
Never stop loving
Never 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...
