The truth is hiding in your eyes, it’s hanging on your tongue, just boiling in my blood.
And you thought I can’t see exactly who you are: the type of creature from the stars.
I’ll figure this one out myself, on my own, I loved you so.
My mind you can’t decode.
Silver nitrate in your heart, it’s intoxicating you, in everything you do.
And you thought I didn’t know precisely what you are, wrapped up in your arms.
I will solve this one myself, on my own, I loved you so.
My soul you can’t decode.
You treat me just like..another stranger.
I guess it’s nice..to meet you sir.
I guess I’ll go..I best be on my way out.
Leave love marks on your throat; I’ve lost control.
My heart you can’t decode.
(Inspired by Paramore)
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Desmond Razzano
My name is Desmond, and I have a love and passion for writing of all kinds, especially poetry! Most of the content I write about reflects more of my experiences and my pain, and my joy! Every entry or story I post was written by me.
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