Hearing that words come out of your mouth every single time, is like the magic word for my heart to turn to glass. After all, it is translucent - and so am I.
The words: "I don't care."
Those words make me think that you won't even dare think about our hopeless love - or me for that matter.
This rose I have - it's here for you. So would you let it live?
Or would you 'not care' about it, and therefore let it die?
For you it would surely be the latter.
But for me, it would not, and that's why my story's sadder.
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A Poet's Random Notes
PoésieThis is my book take a look. It's nothing special but that's my opinion to you. What have you got to lose? This is random poems I do on random days, so please mind my delay at times. love, hate, misery, joy, confusion, all summed up- all enclosed i...
