51 | Nov 14
you got your vulnerability on your sleeve,
you push me away and wouldn't let me see the secrets on your skin
but you refuse to take a look while I lay everything about me
afraid I'm telling the truth, afraid I'm still the same
as all you could see about me is the past that will never erase your mind
the pain I caused you blocked your sight and you no longer want to listen
and I pray every night for you to realize I wouldn't beg if I was the same
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Moonstruck
PoesíaCopyright © November 2020 by Mystital probably my rant book written in flowery language, all raw from my soul. highest ranking: nov-dec #1 poetry collection out of 21.8k stories #1 poet out of 14.6k stories #1 poem collection out of 6.6k stories #1...
