This is my favorite poem I have written . I wrote this because this seems to happen a lot in this generation . Maybe you or a close friend/ family member can relate
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As I drift away into a different dimension
indelible memories never disappearing
I recap every different feeling
We did ungodly ghastly things that morning . The lust had turned into a sin. But who cares? God has forsaken and disowned me for my web of sins that constantly are repeated. But who hasn't done something bad, who is perfectly angelic, or good? No one I thought
We boffed everywhere in that room. Every feeling thrived inside of each other.Do you dote me or are you only telling me you dote me to receive intimacy.
We are so adolescent experiencing adult responsibilities.I cry perpetually every time I think about the sin we committed . Was it even worth risk losing a relationship with god? I don't cerebrate you ever genuinely doted me . Instead you were more fascinated with seeking revenge from the antecedent hurt you verbally express I put you through . You hurt me the most and I don't cerebrate you authentically ken how much it affects me. You are my everything I never wanted to hurt you if I ever did.
I pray so hard to get you back .I just want all your love and trust. I don't want to fight and fuss anymore. I'll do anything to get you back . I'm addicted to your doting . I don't care what people verbally express about you because I ken the authentic you. I want the person I fell in-love with back not this demon who only wants to hurt me. I'm tired of crying ... when will you come back home ? Your intimacy never was what I wanted... I just want you.
Its eleven a.m I just aroused from the worst dream. It will only perpetuate everyday and everynight until I final get you back. I'm fine the ought the day but at midnight more conceptions and feelings hit harder than ever .I ken moving on is the only option since you're focus is no longer on me . But once I'm far gone and you come running back it will be too late
Sweet dreams ....
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