If love was a game,
Would you play along?
If you end up with fame.
Will you realize your wrong?
I am all alone.
You are quite kind.
Will you even find,
Your little blue stone.
I would not know where to go.
It will all come to show,
It feels like spring but in my head theirs always snow.
Listening to things after time.
You begin to believe your dying.
If love was a crime;
Would you be lying?
Why am I here?
Who was your peer?
Life is such a game.
We are the pieces they play at the same.
It is the time.
To tell you my mind is slime.
It's fine when my eyes are crying.
When they stare they're always sighing.
Am I really that bad?
If I am the thats extremely sad.
YOU ARE READING
|°Simply Structure°|
PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
