Missing you was my sin
Missing u was my sin...
Hey it's me again trapped in my sins
Left behind crushed by your thunders as I have always been
My beloved trustful sun takes the road leading me up to your sky
blue, wide and warm, Far, far away trembling from my fears of u gone
here's my third storm..
I wasn't that child anymore,
the one mama's left behind her door
In a burning fire out of the hell
to the middle of a monster's house hall
In that scary night I mentioned before When wasn't any light to enlighten the same hall
Would've had u as my sun
my precious light to turn the monsters to angels but angels with gun
That gun with both of your hands on Hiding the ugly truth behind the pressure u made up to kill my will
To burn my skill
Making me ill
Taking all that u can steal
Leaving me behind your door With zero reason or proves making u mine again Lead me to believe, your guts been always full
for not making me your fool
Have u ever heard of a girl in a road
on a back of a horse with many swords u taught her to hold
Have u even seen the red flags u invented in her to made up her sins
to accuse her with your flaws, reflecting the hybrid u been
Now u got what you desired,
do u want from this girl a little bit more to make her tired
All she did is asking your hand to help her stand
But instead u made up your mind closed your heart used your head to get yourself a place u know in it u'll be always admired
Why would people be this awful when they tend to fight u for what they wanted u to be and get mad for being as they required
Backfired of what u committed
eating me up till u lose,
till u lose what u always knitted...
About this poem
Sometimes u find yourself in front of ugly truths of people u thought they were the ones who meant to protect u... Instead they are the monsters pretending to be ur angels..
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