I'll see you tomorrow
And maybe tomorrow
My sorrow
I'll swallow;
Choke on it,
So bittersweet,
It fills me with
Hope.
I don't care if it's real
All I want is to feel
Something and
Someone
Close to me.
No safety on.
Do what you will,
Lay my heart bare,
At your discretion.
If I squint
The shoe fits.
My eyes
Don't grow tired so easily.
YOU ARE READING
Unrequited Anonymous
PoetrySome things are not meant to be more than amateur poetry. This collection is the verbal equivalent of screaming into the void.
