My ears are ringing
But there's no one there
Is it a guardian angel
Or is it my tears
Pounding on my head
Telling me
I am gonna be good enough
One day
One day
I'll know
What you already know about me
And the tears
Will be in pride
Instead of something to hide
As long as it's my guardian angel
Ringing my ears
Telling me
All I need is years
YOU ARE READING
Words: Seen and Unsaid
PoetrySometimes the only way I can describe how i'm feeling is by writing it down, sometimes I just think of cool shit to write, sometimes I write about how I want to feel
