If only I could hold you tight,
Tight in my arms.
I don't think I would be doing this,
This blood red, scarring thing.
I want to hold you, close,
Close to me.
Surely you could've known how,
How to help me without even asking.
Soon I could fall, feeling broken,
Broken down and cold.
You'll never know,
Know how I feel inside.
This is a secret I will always,
Always hide.
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Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
