Blooming skies
(poems go here) Mystified by the consumption of doubt. It's the only place in my mind I feel comfortable, drowning in the deepness of the dark thoughts of curiosity.
Love is a topic I have failed, took No interest to prevail. The persuasion of lies and kisses governed me to be submissive to any ideas or thoughts; my own judgment was the one I fought.
Blue skies and dark brown eyes didn’t seem to appealing, every night I lay in bed weeping... about the possibility that I won't be loved.
I send prayers to my father above, A heart that beats can it still be torn into two? I use to hold my breath for you until my face turned blue.
I was a mockery and a commodity all at once in your world. You played with my mind like a child being persuaded to do a task for some candy. I became tarnished by you.... the emotional bandit.
I miss the softness of your lips, the way you curled your brow before we kissed. You were a friend of mine that had become a vague memory over time.
The memories between us will last; I became a better person without you, now you’re a figment of my past.
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