i feel you're getting tired of me.
i feel your touch is simpler, please.
i cannot do this on my own.
but then again, i must, you've shown.
i feel the tears build in my eyes,
i feel the tension, deep inside.
i cannot act on my desire.
i cannot, lest you turn to ire.
it burns me up,
eats me alive,
it makes me panic,
want to cry!
i don't know how long i can hold,
i don't know if i have the will even.
i don't even know if i can hold back the tears next time.
so this choice is upon you to make.
as long as i can, i will wait.
do you still want me?
YOU ARE READING
Language of Mine
Poetrypoetry to kill my dreams some of it is boring can't remember which ones are my favorites
