i fell
hard
my knees are scraped, hands have scratches
and my elbows are bruised
you made me fall
you came into my life can caused me to fall
for you
my heart told me not to
because i'd up scraped and bruised
i should've listened
i'm sitting on the ground
waiting for you to pick me up
but will keep waiting
until you find me
YOU ARE READING
poems
Poetrypoetry is a way of living (now accepting poems from other poets on wattpad) (trigger warning)
