Light brown hair, emerald green eyes, luscious plump lips.
Deep voice, firm muscles, a tattoo on his right chest.
Leather jacket, dark grey shirt, he drives his 1967 Chevy Impala.
A smile so gorgeous like his face.
A heart so messy,
A mind so absurd,
A soul so complex.
He hides it all. He fools them all.
He wishes to stay cold.
He makes them fall so easily.
But deep inside his soul he's empty.
The bead memories haunt his sleep.
He wishes to never dream.
Be careful though, his charm will cast your urge away to resist.
He'd rather break than to be broken.
He'd rather leave than to be left.
He's always destroying things.
Because that's his way of spilling those fiery emotions.
He's always gonna frustrate you, exhaust you, puzzle you.
...but I love him still.
YOU ARE READING
words so loud, they are nothing but silence.
PoetryWhen the world is against you, your heart is a mess, your mind is at chaos, and life feels like a never-ending burden, Words, poetry, and art are the only things that will open up your lungs and let you breathe fresher air again. These are the words...
