Games are being played in the mind
To me it happens all the time
It's not like I can flip a dime to determine what i feel
But then again what I feel is real
You see
Love is a dove that flys away with your heart only to be broken apart
But this is only a part.
Your heart will begin to mend only to be broke again
But then I happens again
Only when we have found "the one"
Will he process be done
The horrible process called love
But then comes the question.
Why do we have to feel?
Sometimes I can't determine what is real
I fall asleep in my dreams only to awoken by life
And everything has a price
But it is for us to determine what currency we use they say
But it has to be used in a certain way
Society force feeds me these words....
But I spit them out
I have my own words I say
And I will say what I think
And talk from my heart
And if it falls apart it will...
But I have this process called love that will help me heal.
YOU ARE READING
I smile while I cry
PoetryThings I could never say out loud....🤭🤭 My feelings have been thrown around...stopped on the ground. Unsure on who to trust, but i tell myself it's a must. My heart heavy, chest filled with desire. I will perspire to be the best i can become...but...
