When introduced there's a sudden click.
I thought about it for a moment.
If love is meant to be where do I stand,
In the heart of any man.
Do they always feel the same?
Do I simply drive them insane?
Is a reach of a hand even worth the simple grab?
Eyes,
Those eyes they speak.
Tell stories and it makes it unique.
To hear when blind.
To see the words in every spoken line.
When held feels at home not willing to be alone.
Yet never wishing that the stones were thrown.
To break it down it was love,
At first sight.
Its a memory I will probably always resight
But the bull shit lies told reminds me of the sudden cold.
You made me sick..
To think you thought u were ever so bright.
Yet once I found out your little plan.
I could finally understand.
Using me for the childish games.
I hope u die in this rain.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
