You say your 'trying'
But there's been no change.
It's like I'm waiting for snow to fall in June.
You tell me I don't tell you what I need,
And maybe I don't because I subconsciously know,
my needs won't be met.
I'm sick of waiting for the sun to shine at 1 Am,
Rain to fall on monday nights.
You to call or text me 'just because'
I'm not asking a lot,
But you make it seem like I'm trying to get you to move mountains.
I'm not asking too much.
You just don't hear me.
Snow will never fall in June, and I'll never be fully loved by you.
YOU ARE READING
better unsaid.
Poetrythis is a poetry book, it's about the things i'll never say. but there the things i feel.
