I never really talked to you
In fear of becoming stuck to you like glue
I never really showed you who I really was
Since you might've broken my heart like a piece of glassI now see that I was wrong
And that you were my missing song
I should've given you my all
And not put up my wallI'm sorry I was cold
And I didn't show you my heart of gold
But I promise to be better
For you my one and only lover
YOU ARE READING
Literature
PoetryPoetry is what happens When your mind stops working, And for a moment, all you do is feel.