My heart is yours, but I wish it was mine.
I thought as I wiped my tears with the sleeve of my sweatshirt.
You
never
knew
I
fell
in
L o v e
with
you.
I cried as I tried to stop myself from drowning in my lovers tears.
-You have played with my heart again honey, and I let you.
YOU ARE READING
A Psychotic Tour Of My Madness.
PoetryThis is a tour of my psyche, my failures, my loves and my soul. These are my uncensored poetic thoughts.
