A whisper of your name
Has started this game
And with the night
Comes a strange fright.
With pain written on your skin
You have yet another win.
It sounds encouragingly happy
And you get overly sappy
But you are certainly to blame
As you set our souls aflame.
YOU ARE READING
Hopelessly
PoetryThe difference between this time and others, Is that they were all wrong. This feeling keeps me up at night Because it once felt so right. But it took me so long To find out I was wrong. And there you go again, Pulling at heartstrings. Once again, c...
