It's funny how we used act like,
Falling in love would be a choice.
It was like trying to win against Nike,
But finally our souls rejoice.
Its a bittersweet symphony,
Of two broken souls.
There was no place for cacophony,
We'd love even when we're ghouls.
We can't help but feel passionate,
Like we're reborn as one.
Maybe we'll be fortunate,
Enough to last and never be alone.
I know I'm asking much,
Asking you to never leave me.
I'm addicted to your words and touch,
And I hope you'll agree.
I know I've got a pride and temper,
And it does get a little crazy.
I'm a bit of a vamper,
But I'll be your best daisy.
So are we the lucky ones?
Because when I'm with you,
I won't mind getting burned by a thousand suns.
And everytime it feels new.
YOU ARE READING
Poems Pt. 1 (On Going)
PoesíaNote: These poems are from a girl's point of view aged about 15-16. Some might be relatable, some not but I wanted to record my own personal journey and share with those who are interested. See you inside! Please don't copy this, Thankyou.
