And as i lie here in the cold hard ground,
I keep looking for your hands,
To pick me up and get me outta here,
Though deep down i know,
You ain't coming,
You're too far away to hear me,
Too high up in the clouds,
Why would you come and break me,
I was a fortress,
And you broke my walls,
And now i bleed on everything that shines,
I know it's not fair,
None of it is,
But darling, don't you see me not being there?
Do you not hear it when it goes off key?
Are you pretending, or are you just tired?
Tired of all this heaviness,
Tired of pulling me back from here.
-Fiera
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Blue storms
PoetryNoone wants to hear them.. Noone wants to see them.. So here they are.. 💙 *Credits of the cover picture goes to whoever created it(found it on pinterest) Like it?.. Read it.. Don't like it?..don't read it.. All good things💕
