I would go on living a lie,
if that is what you wanted.
Even though it would make me want to die,
and make me feel haunted.
I would pretend everything is alright,
if that is what you required.
Even though it would make my brain and heart fight.
And make me feel like shots were fired.
And I would die inside every time I saw you. Every time.
But I would be whoever,
if someone else would make you write a happy rhyme.
I would pretend forever.
Just to make you happy.
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Random Poem Stories
PoetryThis book is a bunch of random poems I made out of boredom. Some make a story, but some are just poems... I also sometimes will make poems for people, about people... so yeah.
