I don't know what we're doing anymore,
But I do know that it won't last for long.
Pressures - they build before cracks are revealed,
And we'll shatter unless things become clear.
I miss the way we used to talk for hours.
Everyday was like word buffets devoured,
But now even simple heys are more than
What I could hope and pray to hear you say.
I don't know what you're doing anymore,
But I do know that we won't last for long.
You're just too strong,
And that's the part that hurts the most -
the fact that you won't hurt at all.
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Simply Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems by Sean Arturo Last. You are encouraged to leave your interpretations in the comments. -- © All Rights Reserved (No unauthorized copy, distribution, transmission, or alteration of the work.)
