Bear with me if my words come out juttered.
I've been doing this my whole life.
If I opened my heart up to you, would you hold it with care like the fragile object it is?
If I were to open up to my thoughts to you, would you run like the others or stay?
Bear with me for I have so many things on my mind and so much to say but not enough time nor words to put it in.
Please do understand that I've been doing this my whole life, but just recently it has gotten worse.
So tell me.
If I come running to you with tears rolling down my face, would you flinch and scurry away or would you open up your arms..
If I call you out of the blue, feeling sick and tired, would you ignore me?
If I open my heart up to you,
would you hold it and care for it as the fragile broken object it already is?
YOU ARE READING
Bewildered Truth.
PoetryI'm just a child who writes as if tomorrow is my last day on earth. A child whose style does not consist of short skirts and pink make up, but of pens and notebooks. My mind is as ease once the ink hits the paper, every thought lingering around my m...
