I had a story of you
made up in my head.
And though it's not true,
it got us in bed.
I keep them closed, my deceiving eyes,
so I won't see, that it's you I despise.
I'll admit I'm scared of the dark,
and big scary dogs that bark.
But I'll never admit I'm scared to commit
or bow or kneel. For you, I won't submit.
because if one day I decide I want to love you,
and I'll promise I really do.
you'll know I don't mean until we die.
i only know how to stare when you cry.
I'd bite your neck if you let me near.
You feel something it seems I'm without.
You're the headlights and I'm the deer.
Something the storybooks tried to teach me about.
you can kiss me evermore,
but when love creeps in to fill me with doubt,
I'll only point you towards the door.
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Author:
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- Published: July 18th, 2024 07:22
- Comment from author about the poem: Romance is false. i don't understand.
- Category: Love
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Comments3
Powerful work.
Sounds like a song I heard.
This is well written
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