You say you're not for me,
But you say you're not for anyone.
You say love is meant to last,
Or else it doesn't matter.
But invite me in for a little while,
And you'll quickly beg to differ.
I guess your lovely soul is a lovely waste,
Of human skin and bones, or of space;
But if you do decide to wait, I'll promise to occupy you later.
For you'll be mine in a universe somewhere else.
You'll be mine somewhere,
Some day.
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— e.d : the waiting game
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The Diary of a Fallen Girl
PoetryThere is no relief. Only love, And death. *** This is dedicated to everyone who has broken my heart before. Thank you. *** {Highest Ranking: #315 in poetry} {Trigger Warning}
