Loves Own Prevention
Your words hurt.
"You're beautiful."
"You're sweet."
"You're all I need."
I know you mean the words you say.
It just hurts to know the truth that we'll never be.
The truth that I'm mixed and you're white.
And your dad is willing to put up a fight.
A fight so we'll never be together.
A fight so that we'll never know true love.
Because I know you're who's right for me.
And I'll hold on as long as I can.
Like a leaf holds on to the tree.
If you let me go I'll fall to the ground.
Where I'll fade to the background and make no sound.
Your words hurt.
Even though that's not your intention.
"I love you."
But life is loves own prevention.
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Grey
Poetry is life. Sometimes my mind stops and I don't know what to write. But in the long run poetry is a way to let go. I set my dreams free and lets my feelings flow. The whole world can know how I feel. From a line and a word it's my sanity deal. So I write so my voice can be heard. I'm no longer just hidden from the world. -Grey <3
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