When will your eyes see,
that this creature,
who resides in me,
is devouring my soul,
feeding on my love,
The love that was meant,
for you…
I suppose you will,
once I lay on the ground,
having a line written,
written with my blood,
"I Loved You"…
YOU ARE READING
Emerald Eyes
PoetryPoems with no rhyming and basically sad... Hope you will enjoy it...
