He has his demons,
I have mine.
Neither of us is a saint
Both sinners of our kind.But when I look into his eyes,
Locked with mine.
I see a reflection similar,
to the fears I hide.I reached for him,
He won't let me.
He tried to save me.
But I was drawn to him,
completely.
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Pieces of Me
PoetryNot your typical book of poems, simply because my mind is a dark and dangerous place. This features just that. Enjoy.