Maybe I was honest and still got hurt
Fucked up, prepare the grave with quality dirt
I have her in my life, I tell myself it should matter
Every minute without the fix my heart begins the shatter
Sorry but I'm not quite done with my vices
I hear the advice but its mixed with all the voices
Life meeting at a crossroad, feels like torture
I don't have the time, direct me to the fastest detour
May never be worthy in her head, but I guess that's fine
I'll probably be stuck waiting for that one honest sign
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Unspoken Thoughts
PoetryRandom poetry from the back of my mind. I don't really follow any poetry rules or whatnot. I'm sorta just going to update whenever I have an idea going through my head
