And somehow I still doubt it could ever be,
What I'm wishing it to be.
I doubt the words that come out of your mouth,
Even when you tell me you wouldn't dare say a thing you don't mean.
But still, I wait a little longer to bring it up,
Because I still haven't known you long enough to know what the hell we are doing.
Just please,
You show no sign of leaving just yet,
And just maybe you hold me just as dear,
And sometimes I do believe you,
And all the words you say,
But only because, I have let you in not according to all the rest of my doubt.
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The Damning Of My Poet Soul
PoetryAnd all it took was one neat paragraph in pen. Enjoy some small teen me starting from like 2016 to like idk late 2018 I think early2019 I'm doing some rereading and retitling cuz numbers idk Thank you readers for over 4k reads. like is it good tho...
