The Show

My body is aching my mind is soar

Thinking about the girl that I once called a whor*,

The breathe in my lungs is lost when I see here face,

My mind and body is lost when I see her grace.

I try to accept that she is not really mine

Because I broke down my walls

And let some one in this time

I let some one in and now I feel exposed

Especially now that I know that she knows.

The awkwardness between us unmistaken

We can’t be friends again and the leaves my heart shaken.

Why I am written this poem I do not know
Maybe these words are all just for show