It's you...of course it's you
We slow dance as their bullets shoot
It's her, of course it's her
I check my stance as their whisper's heard
She gives me satisfaction
Then leaves me wanting more
She provides my relaxation
Yet I'm ready to go to war
Nothing worth having is ever easy to achieve and she can block out the noises of the people I can't see
Nothing worth keeping is ever easy to obtain and she can paint over memories that cause me the most pain
She gives me satisfaction
Then leaves me wanting more
She provides my relaxation
Yet I'm ready to go to war
She's all I've ever wanted
She's all I'll ever Adore.
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Author:
Edthepoet (
Offline) - Published: July 30th, 2018 14:54
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Comments2
Very nice poem
Hurting too much when love can play up with it's complex games, yet you strive to keep her love. Strength becomes the winner her. Emotions are running high in your life. Slow your life down a little and rearrange what makes you happy. Keep ya chin up.
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