LoveLife:
What have I done wrong?
What did I do for this?
I've taken shots for you, placing myself in a crossfire.
All the while you pulled me along with a leash made out of barbed wire.
My wounds cover me like a blanket.
The blood splattering across the floor like the tears i should shed.
You turned my heart cold, yet my anger doesn't control me.
Because a feeling has entered me.
A feeling of sadness, yet worse.
Every time this feeling gets worse.
Every time I look at you.
Every time I remember.
So to whoever comes next.
Mend my wounds and never leave.
For I will love you like no other.
As long as you're always there.
YOU ARE READING
The Story of My Life Poetry
RandomThis is poems, and rants I go on about my emotions or actions, so stuff going on in real life.
