I am a poet, a dreamer
One of the last romantics;
A honest feels dealer.
At first glance
You're heartless and cold
But you also own a soul filled with romance.
The pain that resides inside,
Tends to stay inside.
Not just anybody can notice it.
I'm the one who won't speak a lot,
But the one who will write his soul out.
And you're the one whom reads it,
And sometimes, just sometimes,
You admit you love it.
The only thing that's keeping me breathing
Is the poetry, and my heart that's telling me,
That you loved every single word I wrote.
One of the last romantics;
A honest feels dealer.
At first glance
You're heartless and cold
But you also own a soul filled with romance.
The pain that resides inside,
Tends to stay inside.
Not just anybody can notice it.
I'm the one who won't speak a lot,
But the one who will write his soul out.
And you're the one whom reads it,
And sometimes, just sometimes,
You admit you love it.
The only thing that's keeping me breathing
Is the poetry, and my heart that's telling me,
That you loved every single word I wrote.
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