Poems from Aesthetics88
I think the reason we cry when we are just that happy,
is because we are afraid to lose something,
that is so rare to find . . .
or at...
You put a hole in my heart from the tip of that burning cigar in your mouth.
It is not me who over thinks.
It is you who does the over thinked.
My words are lost tonight.
They are in your mouth,
Because you always seem to win the arguments.
You can either trick her into thinking your special
Or
You can threaten to leave her
Which one would you rather kill her with?