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Never considered myself poetic, I'm more like a lover of words, but I can't help myself, I write a poem or two when feelings get overwhelming. |
Mirrored before her stains the image of her scream
A damage canvas tainted by cries of her dreams...
I apologize to you for my careless youth
For all the pain I've caused unable to soothe...
Baby confess to me your addiction for my skin
I know you want me, I urge you to drink me in...
I always feel like I'm something in between
Amidst the anger or joy but ever incomplete...
I came to you like rain to stone,
not out of love, but what I’ve known...
You spoke, and the air remembered heat,
a trembling hymn, slow and sweet...
I'm saddened by the tragedy I can become
I'm weak and quite undone...
I always feel like I'm something in between
Amidst the anger or joy but ever incomplete...
My heart seems to be interrupted of it's beat
Perhaps our love has become deplete...