A/N: I was so MOOOOOOVED by the book titled Hating The Player that I made a poem out of my mixed emotions.
It's an amazing book people and you should read it to feel what I felt :)
This is for xThePineappleGirlx. More powers po! ^^,
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I OFFER
I don’t know them
but I know what they feel,
especially HIM, Tyson.
That position he is on
and that broken and lost look,
as SHE—Melody left.
Reminiscing their progress
when they fought their feelings
to see that their love won at the end.
When they become selfish
yet selfless behind the stage,
just to see each other’s smile.
Alas! Fate is a bitch!
SHE died leaving HIM wrecked,
and making me damn shed tears!
I can’t help them, even if I will
but know this and I don’t jest,
I offer my life to Melody.
I will exchange my own for her.
Just for them, to see them both
have their happy ending.
YOU ARE READING
Love For Poetry
PoetryMidnight thoughts. Poetic skills occurred during boredom. Feelings flow out along the pen and hands. Enigmatic imagination of unforeseen scene. Love of peotry has always inside the man. It only awaits for the push and muse to let it all out.
