You give me bittersweet love,
hard and rough.
I give you countless doubts,
struggling on a hopeless cloud.
I wish I could give you my eyes,
so you could see which life I live, with no disguise.
Everyday I pray for a better end,
but how will I know where to stand?
You give me so much, put gold in my hands,
still you can't see through my lens.
The nights are too cold, the days too fresh,
so much time for this love to progress.
My hands are tied up, it hurts,
it's when the devil starts with his flirts.
Burning inside with tears falling slow,
it's where your kisses used to blow.
Oh how much of a bad person I am,
still everyone thinks I'm the innocent lamb.
Who made me this way? I ask the mirror,
you ! yourself ! you worthless killer.
10.08.20
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Short Poems
Poetry„If we weren't drunk that day, would you put everything on replay?"
