Its like a disease,
They all have it.
I don't because I'm not near them,
Not close enough to catch it.
They can't hurt me in my fortress,
This fortress nobody can pass.
They stay outside,
While I can't catch that disease.
That's why they love me.
Because I'm not sick like them.
A disease infects the living,
I'm not quite living anymore now am I?
I dont have to worry in here.
This fortress of mine,
With only one other.
Maybe its a mistake letting her in.
Maybe she's diseased.
Maybe I shouldn't have done this.
But I couldn't stop myself,
I couldn't stop from loving her.
So I trusted her with my world.
In my fortress.
In my vault.
Where all my fears are outside.
And that which I trust inside.
They can't be trusted.
They are diseased,
I am not.
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Words to match a Rose
PoetryJust some poems I wrote, felt like it I guess. Fight me about it. #57 highest in poetry. :D Wooo! Hit them double digits! Picture by my friend Cynthia Bisby from work :D