I think about him
with every deep
stroke
I wish I could keep
him
what he did provoke
a phantasy
a desire
nor more than
a memory
I devour
I dived in
way to deep
blinded by the illusion
there's something to keep
when I just found confusion
I still think about him
with every deep stroke
just like a memory
I can't stop to provoke
feels like a scenery
that revolves around him
too many people
in this universe
and you still play
a part in this verse
a part you don't play
in my life anymore
a part I wish
you never played
cause I'm still afraid
of the aftermath
cause I decided to go
a different path
time will show
if those thoughts
will ever go
stop to revolve
this is what
I want to solve
when I hate myself
for thinking
and deeply sinking
in those thoughts
there still is the one
the one I crave
things can't be undone
how to behave
when you're gone
I don't know
all those things
that have
gone wrong
want to
stay strong
say some
thing
Deep down
I know
it's wrong
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poems about life and love ~Can you play that part?
PoetryDes poèmes en anglais et français Hey you might be agonized and astonished when you read the statement ''you took a part of me" cause how can someone ever take something from us. We are not a fragile, clustered piece of broken fragments build of emo...
