In some ways it's magnificent
In some ways it's a brilliant explosion
That I spend night's repentant
That my days are filled with criticism
Maybe I'm too imperfect
To live in your life of perfection
...that's how it seems to me
Like a wanderer in an empty street
At 2am, cold sheets and a heart half empty
A dead flower and a broken bee
It's a brilliant white light
An implosion inside me
At the thought of somebody
Loving you - that somebody isn't me
So I drown out the noise
Of what you said to them
So I scratch out the vision
Of seeing you again.
I recognised you
As something I could never have
I recognised you
As unrequited love
- Icy-temper
ESTÁS LEYENDO
you don't deserve a Title
PoesíaYou wanted a poem I gave you mine I'm all alone In my own mind. You looked for a poem And you found mine My heart is stone My eyes are crying. You found my poems They aren't just mine You're also alone With a heart that's trying... WARNING :...
