I feel... different.
I feel more risky than I used to
Because he came and changed my views.
I don't know if this is right or if I'm making a Mistake but it's hard to say no when he puts Me on cloud nine.
I want what we have to become more but I'm Scared to give him more of me because I Know my worth and he's not seeing me.
My time is my virtue and I'm wasting it on Him but I don't find it in me to care because I Feel... different.
If I give him my thin, untouched, skin will he Leave?
I don't know but I feel... different.
If I shower him with my all, will I be left with Nothing?
I don't know because I feel... different.
If I place my feelings there will he use them For gain?
I would know but I just feel so damn... different.
I'm not happy.
I'm not sad.
I just feel... Different.
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Melancholy Poetry
PoetryThis book is just for poems of mines. I just poetically portray my feelings and share them with whomever wants to care. These are all my thoughts, whether happy or sad or plain out mad. I have no set update times but I guess whatever feelings I want...
