Just a Sonnet Xii
Is this love or is this lust?
Truth should be told when she's walking with another man
Will I breakdown into pieces and lose her trust
Time will do the talking, the walking on this page is for the pen
My first words are "both our hands are filthy"
That day I wish to hold you close
Let me untie your tangled mind, maybe we shall feel free
With your sharp rigid skin, still, you are a rose
We touch, much feels like holding thorns, so we bleed
Both our hearts are very cold
Wearing love in public and sleeping on corrosive sheets
Running in circles is getting old
Love is very similar to the Ferris wheel
The ups and downs are two hearts learning how to feel
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