My hands are shaking as my breath is taken
My ears are cold while I am chilly
I do not wish to have your hand
I only wish to see flowers bloom
For I wish these memories would disappear
Yet they hold me captive in fear
With my brain twisted around you
I don't see why the sky is so blue
Everything has a gray hue
I wish that I could see through
Crazy love stories are to blame
For my endless, shameful heart ache.
So please lovely gentle soul
Go away and take your holes
The holes that have damaged me
The holes that run in twos and threes
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
