Not coming back
Every time I felt I left the path,
You would appear and bring me right back
Every time I assured the feelings are gone,
You would appear and continue leading me on,
Though a part of me wants you to go through the trouble,
Another part doesn't,
For it knows how hard it is to struggle,
I go right,
You take me left,
Then leave me again in the darkness of night
I make a move to change,
You bring me back to the same range,
One day I will find the right path,
And that day I shall be free,
From your filthy grasp,
That day you would beg,
But I won't be one to come back
—Bea wavy
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Noctuary
PoetryNoctuary~ The record of a single nights events, thoughts, or dreams. A nightly journal ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ So some poems may seem confusing because this is my Noctuary. My though...
