Never let an old flame burn you twice.
It may give you a virtue; I may give you a vice.
Stay away from those with blades.
The fears and pain that give you nightmares.
I want to protect you
From all this fear.
I want to protect you
And give you some sort of distraction.
Darling, why?
Why do you let the demons in
And not me?
Why do you tell them secrets
That I have never heard?
Why do you let them win the battles,
Night after night?
I suppose I know the answers
And I know them to be true.
That if I were to ever regret something,
It'd be giving up on you.
Because I have seen your past
And I don't care how dark your mind is.
Because if I can be your first and last,
A lifetime of happiness we will not miss.
AGD
I know I keep repeating this, but this time I'm begging! please comment topic suggestions. I'm at a terrible writers block and need inspiration. So, please comment. And don't forget to vote. ;)
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Painting With Words
PoesíaThese are subtle glimpses I get from the lives of the people around me, written as poems. Some refer to me; most don't. Enjoy.
