Do you know?
I count the stars when I can't sleep.
Make sure all of them glow brightly,
So that you could sleep soundly.
I still am sorry,
For what I had said and done.
But, know that it was all for you,
The lies, the yelling, the deceiving.
My dear it was all for you.
Love makes us liars,
Love makes us murderers,
Love makes our emotions run wild.
I only hurt you, to keep you away,
From this poison called "love".
YOU ARE READING
Epigrams
PoetryIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
