Here we go again,
I'm typing words,
That you will never see.
I've written countless things,
Some many unsent messages,
Never to be read by you,
Or anyone else.
I don't want to make it worse,
I just want to be here to help you,
To try to save you,
Once again.
I was typing,
So many letters,
Strung into so many words,
That you will never see.
My message may be seen,
That doesn't mean it was read.
That one small box of text,
It may have been read,
But that doesn't mean it was understood.
YOU ARE READING
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...
