The stare of your eyes, so intent
on my face, you take my hand, arm
around my waist, pull me closer and
closer, ever closer still, your
hand under my chin, made me
look at you, you whispered "I
love you," I sobbed out "I don't
believe you," when you simply said,
"Let me show you." you tighten your
grip around my waist, pull me into
your kiss, I try to pull away, yet
you tighten your grip ever more, you
pick me up still holding strong, push
me up against the wall, kiss me harder
still, your eyes watching over me, I can
feel myself falling into this with you, I
watch the mover of your hands, as
they make their way up my legs, slowly
making my stomach twist and turn, I
grab your hand to try to stop you, yet you
push it away and say "it's okay, I
love you and I just want to show you, that
what I'm telling you is true," I feel
a tear run down my cheek as I whispered, "I don't believe you"
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Rebel Poetry
PoetryThis is my interpretation of poetry that refuses to be picture Frame poetry. Its not full of end rhymes and doesn't have to follow the basic stanza and syntax structure it might but will still be different in the end hopefully. Every "chapter" is a...
