Night Flights we embrace,
Morning light we recoil from ourselves,
Pitiful we sneak around the back of those who keep us safe.
Never enough to know if it's love or lust,
But we trust each other.
Who's the one to blame?
You choose your fame over me,
The one who gave you a heart.
Hopelessly devoted I'll throw my life away,
Just for a smile of yours.
I'm not sure of we think alike but I know for a fact,
That the other man's hand isn't enough for you,
He's what you want.
I'm what you need,
A hopeless romantic, a maniac brainiac
A loser is what they call me.
You, you call me my love.
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Poetry : A King's Poverty
PuisiA description of a king is almost defined by the way there Kingdom is perceive "Perfect" Nobody knows that, the ruler of the Land wears two crowns with two different coronation, One crown is for his might, the other is the side he never shows. As yo...
