Feelings.
Emotions.
Whatever you want to call it.
My weakness.
My strength.
My mind.
My head.
They take over.
No logic instead,
feelings just fuck with my head.
enjoy the song and this little poem. Don't forget to vote and comment!
"wish that I could stop loving you so much
Cause I'm the only one that's trying to keep us together"
-Battle Scars, aka the song above.
YOU ARE READING
The bitter truth is better than the sweetest lies.(Poem Book)
PoetryJust a lil old book of poems ranging from depression to lovesick. Prepare for the rollercoaster my children. If anything isn't mine, I'll say it in that chapter/ slide/whatever.
