My mind is but a mess.
I cant stop this
ferocious stress.
My thoughts torment me.
They are relentless.
Your devilish influence
is merciless.
How come my mind
keeps saying yes.
There are so many girls
you want to impress.
I have no more feelings
left to express.
i'm sorry,
I didn't ever want to obsess.
But you have me in your hands.
I am yours, nonetheless.
YOU ARE READING
𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄$𝐈𝐂𝐊.
Poetry𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗲𝗺𝘀 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. 𝗘𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹...