at least I wasn't at fault.
might be some blood on my hands but you weren't broken at all.
you've changed me and helped me grow
just for me to fall through the cracks again like rain flow.
there's so much to gain,
if only I just don't walk away.
but I can't be left astray
while the world chooses to walk away.
I want to keep holding on.
why does this feel like a love song?
I want to keep you here,
keep you close,
keep you forever.
as we promised,
but I've found forever to be a lying word.
The world won't let it hold.
and the love has already drawn cold.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of a mended artist.
Poetrythis will be a part two to my other set of poems. please read them but they are not needed to understand these. These will be much sadder than my original ones usually.
