Goodnight

Its Raskolnikov

'One day at a time,

It'll get better, son.'

But it always feels like just another rhyme,

And what do I deserve after all my crimes?

I don't care what my talents are!

I don't deserve her, I don't deserve it!

I will always love her no matter how far,

No matter what,

 

 

I'd sell my car,

I'd trade my heart,

I'd do anything to protect her from any more scars,

I'd hang my self on a cliff and be tortured to keep her heart,

 

They always say she is no necessity, 

But she gives me a spirituosity,

A curiosity,

A happiness, 

A definite prophecy,

She makes me happy, 

 

I wish to see her soon,

Under the moon,

Just her and I under the light,

And to hear her say, as I hold her close, in my arms so tight,

And as I feel her skin so light,

"Goodnight."

  • Author: Raskolnikov (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 10th, 2018 12:54
  • Comment from author about the poem: I don't care where you are, I love you.
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 11
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