Do you know how it feels?
To feel whats real.
To see the pain in his eyes.
Eyes of an ocean blue.
The tiny tears,
he hides.
The truth.
Do you know who?
He has come,
For you.
He has left my right side.
The side my pride had
Died.
Listen,
Hear,
Breathe the salt of the ocean.
Kiss,
Stare,
Its not broken.
You can't fix this mess you made.
For I am at heavens gate.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
