Beat
My heart skips a beat,
as I look at you.
Come and be me,
you'll see why.
This is the kind of beat,
where you'll not know,
whether to laugh or cry,
and if you are just fine.
Come and be me,
you'll see why,
I am in pain,
'cause she made you cry.
-Pam
YOU ARE READING
Life, as it is
PoetryA set of words, phrases, stanzas, and sentences describing the cycle of how I fell for him, and how he hurts me undescribably.
