DO YOU?
Do you ever ask yourself?
Of why you’re hurting me?
And of why you’re hurting us?
Do you ever ask yourself?
Of why you change suddenly?
And of why you’re leaving me?
Do you ever ask yourself that?
And so, do you ever ask yourself,
that I can do that to you instead?
Do you ever think, if I did that to you
changing, hurting you and leaving you that
you will not wonder what would be it like?
Now, do you wonder how and what I felt?
All of the pain as well as the shame
of how you acted that upon me?
Do you see what I was getting at?
I was justifying, I did that for myself
But it was also for you, though.
So, do you get what I meant?
Do you see what my vision is?
Well… do you?
YOU ARE READING
Love For Poetry
PoetryMidnight thoughts. Poetic skills occurred during boredom. Feelings flow out along the pen and hands. Enigmatic imagination of unforeseen scene. Love of peotry has always inside the man. It only awaits for the push and muse to let it all out.
