You and I don't rhyme,
We were both the same poem, just a different line,
But you were a word which didn't spell mine.
I knew that you were fiery as hell,
And yet in your flames I chose to dwell,
Your absence burnt my skin,
It scratched and tore me from within.
I know my love you will refuse,
I know it is not I that you choose.
I know we're the wrong poem, the wrong fill,
But I'm a fool who will love you still.
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{I know you don't look at me like I do. But I still wait for the day you will say," I love you too"}
19th April, 2017
10:58 pm
YOU ARE READING
Lachrymose
PoetryI miss you, and I can't get over you. You bewitched me and forever left me in a state of lachrymose. #book 3 Cover by @deepan2486 Highest rank - #30 in poetry WINNER OF THE RHYME SCHOLAR AWARDS(WORDGASM) 2017
