Damn, why in this way?
Why'd you do me this way?
Couldn't you stay?
I've given my last nod to religion but babe, do I pray.
I pray to you.
I pray for you.
God wish I knew more of you.
And in a light I wish I owned you,
Your heart, your body, your mind.
I'm incompetent and incomplete with so much time. Be mine?
You don't. You won't.
You can't. You will.
Damn I love you.
Damn I hate you.
I cannot fathom the dark which had ate you.
Fuck I couldn't make you mind.
Fuck, I couldn't make you mine.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, fuck.
You didn't want me.
This will haunt me.
My butterfly, my flower,
A hippie with no power.
But so much strength.
I hate you. I hate you because I love you. For so long I've been enamored by you and it makes me dizzy.
It makes me sick.
If being clingy was a sin I'd be a dick.
I have no sense, I have no mind, why do I-do I; use mine and 'my'?
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PoetrySome free time poetic shit, social and political perspective and other various poetic rant topics . Updates are very inconsistent but if I get a growing positive response from my works it might inspire me to write more? Who knows . Do comment if you...
