It was not hard to realize,
that you could never be mine.
Or anyone's
As a matter of fact.
All you do is play,
Throwing those small pieces of your heart to people,
The pieces thrown around so much that they lost their essence.
Those pieces still seem sacred to me,
Though i'm aware you'd never stay until death do us part.
I will lie to myself,
think that those pieces will be enough to fill my hollow heart.
But it doesn't matter,
All that matters is that touch of yours,
that will bring me the closest i'll ever be to heaven.
All that matters is the fire inside of me that will be in your palm.
The brutal storm,
Only you can calm.
That day will come,
Every inch of mine will have your name,
Fingerprints of a stranger that will always remain.
Though the mere thought makes me shiver in fright,
It'll be all worth it,
Atleast you'll be mine for a night.
-RR
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Coffee Shop: A Book Of Poetries.
Short StoryCoffee Shop is a collection of some random scenarios and poetries straight from my heart. The poetries can be a light read as well as deep :) It mostly has Stuff that teens will relate to, hoping to make you all experience the peace and warmth of a...
