He is a complicated person,
with a complicated heart.
I was a complicated girl,
who decided to play the part.
It wasn't easy, I was afraid,
I barely knew of him, yet he seizes my heart.
With the cadence of his voice, and color of his eyes,
Shit, my heart he had swayed.
He sees my ghosts, he sees my thorns,
that I desperately tried to eclipse.
"A rose has thorns,
yet still remains beautiful", he whispers with a kiss.
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A Moment In Time
PoetryA collection of poetry, excerpts, thoughts, memories, proses, narratives and shorts dedicated to my favorite moment in time. Break ups are a hell of a fight. A fight between you, your thoughts and the world around you. I've decided to put into word...
