It's said 'pain demands to be felt'
Though I think
Love demand just the same and more
To be seen though it's dark
You can't help but oblige
Heard that although it's mute
It sounds like a wonderful symphony through a flute
Trusted though deceiving
Ends up with you hurting
Clings to your heart like second skin
It's no physics that love demands just as much and more
And this is just a mere fraction
YOU ARE READING
Nessibles
PoetryA bundle of my own poetry pieces. My madness speaking, typed out scribbles.
