Do not think that I have not been called perfect too many times,
And when you say it, I try to say,
It still does not do more than graze my skin,
Like you did the first time,
So you feel unlike the rest,
I can wait for the day,
You pierce my skin,
Like the only love I have ever known,
I'm already scared of the fact of you leaving,
But I know with or without you I will be okay,
Because lying in my arms or yours,
I will still cry,
And don't you understand,
That there's no bypassing,
The fact that I so unlike anything you have ever known,
The only word that comes to mind is peculiar,
And yet all of you have been drawn in,
But don't you understand,
Spent so long alone,
I have begun to lust and love,
Over the reflection in the mirror.
I love you yes it's true,
But isn't it peculiar that with you,
I can remember to love myself no more,
And I've found out the only thing I need,
Is the one thing we both have fallen over,
Why can't I find it in my reflection anymore,
Guess this is not what I expected out of  you Eros,
This has brought me so far back down,
I just may never be content with this,
But I hold on tight and remember my love in the dark,
Long as I remember about me,
But don't worry your still here,
And I can already see things,
Within our future,
But I hide that,
My pirates loot,
Not one of you know a thing,
About where it's gone,
And it so much harder than I thought it would be,
How I state such with just my keyboard,
Does it really come out how it should be?

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