Not my soul mateA Poem by SophietheSlothYour face: paper planes in the sky Your smile: a stroll that holds the secrets of tornadoes Your voice: silky sheets wrapping imperfect diamonds Your name popping on my phone: the view of sunrise and scents of monsoon Your hands.. Oh your hands: curves of misfortune and magic Your eyes: I don't know. I haven't really looked Your neck: a lively child wanting to love everyone But I can't call you "dear", for our halos haven't touched And I can't call you "friend", we're past that Shall I call you "my joy?", but you make me cry every night We fight and fight and fight, but I can't seem to let you go Stay? beautiful disaster? No, not beautiful, you're ugly What do I want more of you Am I addicted ? You're what's wrong in this world You're the translation of hatred and ugly jealousy Oh those jealous hints you give, The upsetting feeling you get, The anger and worry that I cause, My heroin. I know what you want You want to lock my almost free spirit You want to hold me till you break my bones but you're not chasing you're waiting for me to come to enlarge my bubble and let your cancerous self in Like an alligator, waiting for the bird to sleep in its mouth but you're not as strong or as fast, or patient I don't know what you are What made you target me? But I know this I'll always pick "me" over "you" But what if picking me includes you? Die, I can't kill you on my own Please die
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1 Review Added on December 24, 2015 Last Updated on October 5, 2016 AuthorSophietheSlothLiverpool, United KingdomAboutI'm not intellectual. Some weird thoughts cross my mind and I thought I'd write them here. You "if any" are a better audience than my awesome brain cells. more..Writing
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