If there's a prize for being alone and wasting every chance you got, then I'd probably be the winner.
And if life were to give me lemons, I'd probably just use them for drinks at dinner.
They keep figuring it out,
I'm not built for that type of romance, I can do without a certain dance.
Everyone is blindfolded by the golden roses and white doves, they think they're winners when it comes to love...
When in reality, Roses are full of thorns and once the paint comes off the doves turn to ravens & if that's not enough;
Then you should know that our hearts are fragile when it comes to the only war without a winner.
A constant battle between yourself and another person, which goes on until one of you gives up & becomes both the saint and the sinner.
YOU ARE READING
Breathers.
PoetryThese are just some of my random thoughts and you can also say that it's a collection for my other works, I hope that you find them enjoyable♡
