Poezja

It isn’t fair


I feel like


A lonely hair


I miss the end of your fingertips


At the back of my hips


I miss the warmth of your grips


The promises in your lips


My heart has rips


You caused the biggest spilt[VK1]


When you let our love slip


I’m going down with the ship


The feeling of the words “I love you”


When you spoke them to me


Was accelerating throughout my entire body


I feel like love is something I leaf through


Without meaning to or trying


I can never love for a brief moment


The end can never stop it


And I find myself to a level of grief in disbelief


Sometimes love is a contest


You can’t live about


No matter how much you protest


You might have to live without


Because your self-esteem will go down


You’ll push for the best


Feeling lost at your quest


To put searching for true love at rest


It will hurt when you confess


It’s shattered


The hope in chest


You fight with another


Who might have more to make you smother


They might set you down


The pain you can’t express


And you feel so undressed


If only he liked you


And saw not just the outside


But through


Love’s a contest


It’s a wild west










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