She was girl, maybe too bad for you.
Her hair was slightly touching her shoulders,
And you could see her eyes with brightened blue.
You never said if she is yours.
Boy, you never made it clear.
But let me tell you, she needs to know the truth.
You turned away.
With shadows in the dark, helping you to hide your darkest thoughts.
Meanwhile, she was in pain.
And yet, you chose another doll,
She was similar to newly bought one.
The question is - Boy, how much did you pay for this?
Was it ten or twenty pounds?
Was it million or not even a pound?
They know, for sure, that you will buy another one.
They will all have same things.
Hair, eyes and sentences.
They'll write you poems, create you songs, but you'll probably shut it, for once.
And you, you'll be the one.
They'll cry for your miserable love.
But it's up to you, to play with them and make them fools.
YOU ARE READING
In My Blood
PoetryIf it is in my blood, It flows as easily as it seems. Much darker shades keep mixing with the ones That are much lighter than once before. It's in my blood, I can feel the pulse around the walls Just like that night I heard your heartbeat on the dis...
