He said,
he got something to say
He is from a million years away..
Before I can even see his face,
I took the quickest way to escape..
Than he asked me my name
And I took that as a threat..
We crossed and fought
In the battle of thoughts
He asked me why
I'm always in rush
I said it's my fault,
I don't trust..
He said maybe he can help me,
I said sorry I'm in hurry..
His eyes made my heart swell
I said sorry,
I just don't take kindness well..
That encounter should have been our last..
But we both lost the battle of thoughts..
He said he can't help coming back.. And I relished in the fact,
That the best place to rest is on his chest..
(AN/- my latest attempt at romance how is it? I hope it's not too bad)
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Unsung
PoésieI like to think, I'm more of a writer than a poet.. but I've found in my journey as a writer, or becoming one you can lie, manipulate, criticize, laugh do so many different things when you write a story or any type of text. But poetry makes you vuln...
