They live in a country far away from mine.
I drink water like a fuckin' wine.
The closest people I mostly dine.
A romance just ripe on the vine.
I met a boy who is just nine.
Stars in his eyes that shine.
He gave me a liquid, almost like brine.
The number of betrayals crossed it's line.
I met people who look fine.
Flowing in a river rhein.
Some propose offers, which I decline.
One stood out, who made me sign.
As all our scars will be align.
It's going to be so divine.
When I finally got something called 'mine'
I freakin' realised, it was another canine.
Tears brimmed my eyes, as I stood on coastline.
Still-lighted a melancholic shrine.
The inner child in me almost whine.
While the mature part shouts 'I am fine'.
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Misted Heart
PoesíaI promise you a love, that is so deep and pure, and a reality, so bizarre. •Poetries and rants, that comes from deep within. By: A Misted Heart.
