Honey, there's something so special about you,
Honey, there's something so reckless about you.
Sweetie, there's something inside of you that hurts,
But I'll kiss away the pain and clean off the dirt.
Baby, there's something I don't understand about you,
Relentless shadows that haunt you,
Sweeping eyes can't find out about your
secrets, hidden between broken glass and steamy beakers.
Open your mouth and let us know,
what did we do to deserve this?
Honey, if you love me,
you'll let me
know
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Painful Truths
PoetryLife asked Death, "Why do people love me but hate you?" and Death replied, "Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth." (completed) Well. Poems, if you could call them that. Just rambled and rushed night time thoughts. Some of these a...
