It feels illegal to look at your face not because of the way your eyes twinkle when you look up at the moon
Not because your beauty is more then any of the beauties I have seen
Not because of the way your lips pulm when I look at them but because I know I don't like you nor do I hate you
It feels something more then just like or hate
I am suppose to hate you yes indeed, Yes
But I can't bring myself to look at your face without feeling my cheeks burn with crimson red
I know we aren't suppose to be anything but friends
You are a human and I am too but these two creature are not suppose to hate let alone love
Yes I like to look at the way you talk when you look at the stars but I love it when you look at me with hated instead
Be it hated I don't care but at least you smile when your gun hits my ribs
I know it is toxic but who cares when I can tell you love me too
But what if it was never ment to be in the first place
Do you still think I care when I know you don't care?
I know I love you but I hate to admit it that you do it too
I think you should beg so I can stay
I might die in an hour but what if it was all a lie to help you stay?
I loved you all the same but what if you don't care and I am the only one who did?
I might be gone someday but please beg so I can stay
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Dead Souls She Ones Loved
PoetryThe sky tuned red. The sun sinking deeper into the core of the ocean. The black curling in while the yellow disappeared behind the massive blue. She felt numb, feeling herself deep under water. The dying sun's final rays falling on her reached out h...
