My foolish and weak heart
Wants to love you anyway.
You who is filled with thorns,
You who doesn't want me.
My arms want to hold you
So lovingly and willingly.
You who refuses my embrace,
You who looks at me with malice.
My eyes want to look at you
Your hair that falls so beautifully.
You who hides away.
You who doesn't meet my eyes.
My fingers want to run through your hair,
Ever so slowly, ever so softly.
You who flinches at my touch,
You for whom I don't mean much.
My mind keeps thinking of you.
Relentlessly and endlessly.
You who's mind I don't cross,
You who wishes I got lost.
My hands want to hold yours,
So very tightly for an eternity.
You who lies beneath the facade,
You who built your walls so high.
My ears want to hear your voice,
Mumbling so sweetly.
You who refrains to speak,
You who is afraid of what others think.
My weak and foolish heart
Wants to love you anyway
You who is wearing a mask.
You who is disguised away.
I love you very much,
Everyday and every minute.
You who is hurting and healing,
You who's slowly beginning to love again.
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Inside Her Mind.
PoetryThis little bunch of poems that I am writing is 'how' I feel sometimes 'what' I feel sometimes... these are views towards life and relationships with people and all my compressed thoughts expressed.... They reflect me people I know and what they wan...
