At least I'm not talking about you,
Don't you know I'm just talking about me,
What you don't know
Is that I'm always talking about me and I get a little crazy.
Talking all about me,
But some days when I don't feel okay,
Add in a line or two,
Only about you,
Because I owe you my respect,
And if I tell you the truth,
It would be that I care,
Could it be that I hold you dear?
I dare not admit a word,
Be the very thought of you,
Gets me twisted up inside,
My heart tied up with all these knotted scars,
And they all seem to pain like they are open.
But I'm afraid you're the thought that aches worse.
And the very moment,
Your hand takes mine,
Water in my eyes,
And I cannot help but want to lean in close,
So I can finally let them go,
But I am yet to get the chance,
Isn't it funny how my mind works?
You're not even here to hear such tears,
But to make it worse,
When you cross my mind,
Know that I smile,
But somehow you make me want to cry,
The thought I could never come close,
And I'm sure you don't even try.
It pains me to the point that,
That my tears have begun to rise,
Because how can ever I feel like it is okay,
To feel in such a way?
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The Damning Of My Poet Soul
PoetryAnd all it took was one neat paragraph in pen. Enjoy some small teen me starting from like 2016 to like idk late 2018 I think early2019 I'm doing some rereading and retitling cuz numbers idk Thank you readers for over 4k reads. like is it good tho...
