We tend to fall in love with the skin and bones
Rather than the inner golden soul
We are fooled by the heavenly facial structure
And we tend to ignore the fact that his heart is a monster
Carelessly inhaling his poison
A kiss on the lips with wrong intentions
Look for someone who will run through the storm for you
An angel who won't allow you to feel blue.
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Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
