~~~
Thou proclaim love and friendship,
But insult me with peace.
Thee demolishes mine emotions,
and kills it with a treaty.
Thou patch my scars,
of peace and care,
with love and devotion;
Mine utter despair.
Thou art different,
Thou art special,
Thou art unique,
Thou art divergent.
But thou can hurt,
and makest me ache;
Quite suffering,
and not a bit fake.
Yet here I am,
still writing of thee,
for thou art the one,
and the only.
Thou wast the reason for me writing poems;
Pen and paper,
a war of peace.
Thou wert,
Thou art,
Thou wilt,
always be my passion.
So just don't,
bear me with the thousands of injuries,
of thine and thee.
Spare mine eyes of mercy,
and don't leave me.
~~~
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Pieces of Mind
Poetry#66 in poetry 5/11/17 ~~~ Yet something hasn't changed, for I still wished I could pulverize into atoms, and become the air you breathe in... ~~~ From when she made me human...
