I hate that I love,
It's a in my head,
You fit like a glove,
Your confused instead.
Hereof,
These words that I have said.
It's love,
Please listen,
It's not in your head
I glisten
As the sun goes to bed.
I want our love to be something I don't
Dread.
YOU ARE READING
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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'...
