I try my best to think
I try my best to feel
And though I'm always wrong, I know this can't be real.
I see the pigeons fly
I watch old lovers die
And even though I'm right, I know I won't be tonight
What's wrong with me? Why am I like this?
Every night alone I dream about that one kiss
That perfect time to be a misfit
It'll be so worth it.
I try my best to hear and to concentrate
But even in my mind, thoughts won't alleviate
His lips come across my brain, how wonderfully they're shaped
Oh, if only I could have just one taste
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Twisted
PoetryThis is just an emotional outlet for me. P.S. I think I might be bipolar. It is completed until I feel like writing another poem, which I might tomorrow. Please, don't steal any of my work. Thank you **Images are taken from the internet. I do not o...
