I've spoken to you multiple times.
It's too repetitive, and energy does not lie.
i give soo much love, regardless.
Put my pride in my pocket just for you.
The warmth and light a candle gives off on a cold dark night.
People die without the warmth i give daily.
Eventually you'll change and miss me,
it'll be too late.
Hopefully then I'd hold my pride in my hands at the time.
Frozen like a snake at pompeii.
Missing a lot more than a lot of the love you need,
thirst unquenched, unsatisfied.
Love unwanted,
because you can't help someone who doesn't want to help themselves.
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Lost, Found, And Chosen.
PoetryThis is a poetry book, it talks about lovers, it talks about everyday situations, it talks about love and the pain accompanied by it; It can break your heart or build it. Take the time to understand this poetry book and its effortless simplicity and...
