I look into their eyes and what I see I cannot help but love
Their gaze is something sent from Heaven up above
Oh how they're perfect for me
How do they not see?
However, I'm not filled with rage.
We're just on a different page.
The beauty of their heart
Tears me apart
It's like they're a painter and hurting me is their work of art
but they don't know
I don't let it show
The different pages we're on
They're so kind
Oh they're all I wish I could find
But they're happy with them
So I will no longer let them in
But it's not their fault they're hurting me
We're just on a different page
I can no longer ignore this aching
The painful choice that I'm making
Why does my heart wish to hurt?
Why have I been given this curse?
Who ever the hell is writing this story needs to revise
and realize we should be on the same page.
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The Garden of Creativity
PoetryThis is a book of poems, and short stores written entirely by me. I may use a writing prompt, but if I do I will credit the prompt. This is something to help me with coping with loss, and my depression as well as numerous other things.
