Heyy,
I should treat you like a woman,
Show you my soul,
My brain.
My hand let you hold.
I feel distant,
The darkness in my being,
The nights are cold,
I know you by my side,
When the devil holds my hand.
I smile when you roll the green,
Swim in the leaves.
I see doubt in your eyes,
About my intentions.
Truth is, I need you,
More than anything, part of me is you.
I could tell you my feelings,
But my pain makes me numb.
I need this to work,
I'll meet you halfway through,
Please see my dream.
I need you.
I am swimming in my destruction,
Playing Frank Ocean at 3 am,
Am not alright.
But you keep me sane,
Please don't let me go,
Don't let me go.
YOU ARE READING
THE WILLOW TREE
PoetryIt's a struggle for my sanity through a moment of rage and out of space, psychetry is my build as I layer my truths, it's a journey, the second trip
