Hide the truth behind a big white wall
Getting cover from the enemy
That hurts us all
Looks like he doesn t like me
But the hope for the rainbow
Is enough to support the rain
Who knows if Sun doesn t show up tomorrow?
Who knows if I don t try again?
Love is a ghost
That hunts us everyday
Words unspoken
Words I should ve said
But stills strong the fear
Still unbroken the chain
If I can runaway I ll maybe run insane
I consider myself a mine
Because love just appears here
Comes out of nowhere
Sometimes I rather it not to appear
It appears here and I give it to someone else
It doesn't comeback, not usually
So I must be a mine
A love mine, really
Tell me if you feel the same
Tell me what is love to you
I'll tell you who my love belongs
Belongs to the end of verse two
It's always hard to hold an heartbreak
Why do we even have to feel it,
for Heaven's sake?
Why do we still feel it?
A hundred one sleepless nights
Where I ask:
Is love blind?
Or do people rather turn off the lights?
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Little Big Somethings
PoetryHighest rank: #15 in Snippets 02/12/2018 #36 in Poetry! 04/02/2017 Life is strange, I make it stranger. We need to enjoy the little things! They are big. Does this seem non-sense? Read the line before ;)
