All I wanted
Was somebody to love me
But what I got
Was a complicated story
He said he loved me
But he always stayed away
Constantly reassuring me
Yet was it all a play?
In life we learn
That things are rough
And till death we decided
No matter what to be tough.
But maybe
We have it wrong
And perhaps
We should stop singing this same broken
Song
We need to see each other
Not through hardened eyes
But through a heart
With a soul that one day dies.
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Lambs to the Slaughter...
PoetryI like writing poetry so this is going to be a book simply of my poems. these will be mostly dark but I will try to have some happy or at least slightly bearable poems as well. dark writing is kinda thing so its ok if its not you kinda thing.
