I know that I love you
And I hate that I do
I wish I was not
So in love with you
It hurts to know
Your out of my reach
It hurts to think about you
And it gets hard to breath
I can't tell you
What it is I feel inside
I guess that makes me a coward
So I'll just keep quite and hide
I'll just hide my thoughts
And hide how I feel
I'll just hide my love for you
And hope my heart heals
Or maybe there's a chance for us
Maybe you can heal my heart
Maybe you could be my light
That shines through the dark
If I'm the night sky
Then you are my shooting star
If she was my end
Then will you be my start
Maybe one day
One day I can make you mine
But right now I have my knife
So its another bloody Valentine
(Sorry. That's the best I can come up with. The next one will be better, I promise.)
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Diary of the scarred
PoetryOkay. I tried to do a normal poem. (Well at least what what I think a normal poem is.) Now I'm doing this shit my way. If its not what people would call a poem...then fuck' em. I wanna vent and this seems the best way for me. So...yeah. Enjoy.
