I can't do this any longer
I feel it rushing through
Its like a mighty wind
up through my veins
I can't do this any longer
It's killing me inside
It's yes then no
Just can't be sure
Can't see the end
Can't feel any possibility
I can't ....
The possibility of you and me
The possibility of just us two
Side by side
The possibility of I love
You
YOU ARE READING
Blooming Words
Poetrywords don't write themselves Instead, they grow and bloom in the minds of us all
