The night we met,
Seems so unfair to only have seen you
For a simple introduction
You got my name and left with my soul
I spent months pretending
And when you would come around
I couldn't help but forget her, the way
You would say my fucking name
I couldn't ever tell you that
I couldn't tell you how bad it hurt
I couldn't tell you how...
I couldn't tell you that every little thing you did, I adored. The faces you made, the laugh, my my my, the laugh, but especially the way you cared, how gentle you could be, my soul felt on fire when you were near, fuck.
I'm tired and forgot this was even a poem.
Eh, fuck it.
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Roses In The Sun
PoetryA book dedicated to the thoughts that lie beneath the surface of all that I am, all that I will be, and all that I hope to become. A book dedicated to the outcasts, to those who've felt invisible, to those who want to read and fall in love with the...
