Thunderstorm, to Cyclone:
I don't need you, go away,
I'm used to being on my own
You are superficial, yes, because
I've always been fine alone;
I don't need you, I'm just fine
This hell is pretty much my youth
And I am all too used to this lie
It's pretty much my truth;
I don't need you, nor your smile,
Nor the way you never seem
To frown as if this menace world
Were all just a bad dream;
I don't need you, nor your eyes
That seem to sparkle like the sky,
And when I see them, I smile
And forget why I was about to cry;
I don't need you, nor the hope
Your airy grin brings into my heart
And purges the loneliness
That tries to tear me apart;
I don't need you, nor the love
That never abandons your hold
Or the way your love shines through
Even in the winter cold;
I don't need you, I really don't,
Not for everything you give
Nor the way your assurance
Helps keep me alive---
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(I created the media picture via RinmaruGames.com)
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Listen (Boboiboy Poetry One-shots)
FanficThese boys may be fictional, but their stories are worth telling. Poems about Boboiboy, his seven elements, Fang, and Kaizo. I own only my poetry and headcanons; the characters belong to Monsta.
