I'm queit, but my thoughts aren't, they yell in my ears, pound in my head, making me want to take back everything I said.
Everything I've ever felt for you,
I should kept to myself.In a little chamber in my heart, that only I could unlock.
I don't want you to know how badly I want you to be mine, but I know that this love is running out of time.
Just about everything in my life is temporary, and the parts I don't like stay forever.
Am I a fool for believing you will be forever ?
YOU ARE READING
You Consume Me /Poetry
PoetryLove is toxic, temporary, and fake. Updated often, i get fucked over alot