You make me tired
I roll with your punches
Directly to my lips
Like a hard, rough kiss
I know not
What you'd do if we were lovers
Or if that were possible
With those eyes,
That soft hair,
And that enchanting smile.
But one day I'll prove you wrong,
You'll be eating
The "insults" you called to me
Honestly,
It's more like motivation, really.
Soon you will be
The one tiring from your punches
Not landing//
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POETRY
PoetryMy way of getting the feelings out. Volume I •Published very out of order• •Feedback is always welcome• •© 2013-2015• (Was Some of My Soul but I got tired of the flowery hipster name so) ***TRIGGER WARNING*** Cutting, depression, suicide, emotional...
