I am stuck, stuck still
in your grip
I wish I could twist your arm and set myself free
but I would never hurt you
and you know that
I'm weak
for those eyes,
those eyes
they're sad
lost
they make me pity you
you're immature
filled with,
with lust
but I will do nothing about it,
destroy yourself
not me
3:02 am
YOU ARE READING
Venus (Book 2)
PoetryA second poetry book, describing my pain, fear, and of course, sad moments as well as happy... You are not alone, and I'm sure you can get through this, we can work on this together. I wish you all the best in life! 2017
