I hate that I'm missing you,
Because I keep telling myself to keep my distance,
But I keep counting the seconds,
I'm can't let myself,
Get too far off the lonely path,
I'll get lost, the navigation skills.
Can't make decisions off the things that I'm feeling,
Lately, they've been off the deep end,
Trying to keep safe this tired heart.
And all these maps.
I gotta have some assurance,
From the one thing I fear.
And I ought to let you know I think you're telling the truth,
But I've got one little lie,
From the very back of my head ticking like it's wrong,
But in a way, I've done nothing wrong.
Can't bring myself to tell you,
Because I never seem to know how to bring it up,
Because it doesn't change anything about me if I did,
Besides the fact some people despise me,
And I feel perfectly okay,
With how you view me.
Somehow that is the strangest thing about me.
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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...
