I saw this girl with blonde hair and blue eyes
I stared at her and it was worth my time.
She is funny
She is sweet
She is special
She is unique.
Im writing of her because she stole my heart
She made me see the beauty in the dark.
She is my love
My darling
My lovely
And she stole my soul.
She is a thief, i can never regain control.
I question everything i have ever thought
She made me realize everything i am not.
Her eyes were blue like ice crystallizing on a newly frozen lake
Her words pierced me beyond compare.
Her touch were arrows ,my heart was the target
She hit bulls-eye every time.
I see the light in her heart fighting for her soul
And i see the darkness trapped in the heart that used to be a hole.
I love her
But is that a thing?
Do i love her, or the song she makes my heart sing?
Is this all real? Is this a joke?
She could be tricking me. I have no hope.
I am broken
How could she love me
I don't even love me.
YOU ARE READING
I'm So Exhausted
Poetry#1 in poem #1 in poetrycollection #1 in vent #2 in memory this is just a compilation of my vent poetry-ish (that i can find) from 4th grade to whenever i stop this (I'm 18 now) Im not the best with words but i write in spouts of thoughts
