From this I am happy
From this I am hurt
For this brings me tears
For this makes me feel as if I'm in the dirt
For this feels like I'm wasting my years
Is this feeling worth
My energy and my time
Some say it gets better like wine
But why do I feel as if
I'm in the eye of the storm
But the storm forms a strong soilder
What if I don't want to be a soilder
What if I like this hurt
What if I enjoy my tears
What if I like living with the fear
That my acid medicine
Called love will destroy me
YOU ARE READING
The Black Rose
PoetryJust some poems that I've wrote myself😊The first chapter has a better description🙂
