I’m searching.
Just searching.
For my own reason to care.
A thought.
A being.
Anything to bring me away from despair.
It’s cold.
It’s frozen.
But when stabbed.
It bleeds.
My heart is frozen on icicles of morbid fateful sins.
I pretend to be what I’m not.
False isn’t the word
But I’ll use it anyways.
It’s a game.
Just a game.
I swear.
I won’t hurt you
On purpose.
I secretly love you.
I’d secretly die for you.
But,
Secretly,
I lied.
I’d be too scared.
It’s the blood the heart bleeds.
Fear pours out.
Nothing but fear.
The doubt.
The misery.
Whirl pool of all these things in my mind and in my stomach.
It’s there.
But it’s just a game.
Only a game.
I swear.
I won’t hurt you
…
On purpose.
SecretlyA Poem by Exotic Topicssecretly, how horrible are my titles? heheh. but yeah. I actually, when I said these are older pieces, there were more, but they didn't make the cut. I actually enjoy these so.. yea.
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1 Review Added on April 8, 2008 AuthorExotic TopicsCity of DreamsAboutHey, I'm Kim and I'm 21 years old. Heh. I have a dark and light side in my mind. Basically it's a daily battle to see who wins. Yet I continue to be me, and writing certainly helps keep me some what s.. more..Writing
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