12 A.M and i said too much again,
they say i should give all of mine to you,
i think i misread the instructions because in your hands i see my beating, warm heart,
and on the floor im smiling cold - if anyone deserves to stand in my ruins oh babe thats you.
God i know i said im madly in love,
but did you have to fuck with my mind so much i don't even have something to write of?
You so easily can make me cry so hard i could just dissolve,
But then my laugh echoes in my lone room and even if angels and evil fought a war, I couldn't care less whichever side tends to my wound.
Theres just so much i want to say but i cant,
Even writing this damn piece is against what i as a person can stand,
But i'm tired of staying mute, sometimes i'm selfish and my head belongs on your shoulder,
maybe one day you'll understand right now i just cant love another.
12 A.M and I've felt too much,
Lost my heart to you and i dont want it back,
Keep it tight in your strong clutch, that mean grip you have that turns me on so much.
Ill move on someday to grow flowers with another,
until then my friends will talk about the music and the art, and ill talk about you.
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Selfish | خود خواه
PoetryFor many years, I believe the word Selfish has been tainted by people into thinking its egotistical and narcissistic, but on my 6th poetry collection, I bring light to a new side of Selfishness whilst merging it with my Persian Culture.
