Fck It
I grab my heart out my chest to burn in the past,
Why when I feel the warmth you come back,
Are you a lost puppy who found the light at last,
February will be a poem to me not a month impact.
Love is where I found Cupid dead,
With three arrows of his to his head,
Misled most of the poems towards thee,
Beautiful of thee for you not to see,
Rush me out the house when the family came,
Hiding in the shadows where I belong,
Was it me?
Or was it you who wanted it to be?
Now late night where my mind roams,
Million miles away from you still under the moon,
A beauty I loved now most girls just roam,
Pass me in the moments that I try to seize,
Soon lies are found in the castle of the place of my home.
Fck it.
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