AN: very short sorry
I'm stuck here waiting for you to see and when you do hoping you will set me free.
I'm trapped here being crushed by the weight of your worries.
You keep me hiden in a cage from all eyes that might be.
You portray independence and that's why there is a blanket over me.
You can't stand the thought of losing me.
But what you don't understand is that even if you pull the sheet and give me they key.
I'll be standing next to you and I promise that I will not leave.
J
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Inside my Mind
PoetryPoems I've written over the years about experiences or just ideas that came to me. Some are short some are longer. Enjoy.
