They say out of sight, out of mind
The truth of it, I've yet to find
Because you're still running through mine
All day, every night
I know we're strangers now
All by my own design
I hurt you enough
So I had to let you go, even if it's been rough
I still wish we were fine
Even though I know 'we' ran out of time
There is nothing left to give
No matter how much it's missed
Waiting for the day I can say "It's fine"
Instead of wanting to cry all the time
To be able to think about our good days
And not have my gratitude taken away
Overshadowed by so much pain
Will it ever truly go away?
I'm tired of all this pain
I no longer want to be its prey
Now all I can do is wait
Wait for time to take it all away
And finally be able to think about you
Without all this heartache
YOU ARE READING
poems
PoetryJust some poems I write whenever I feel like it. Some of them don't end that seriously, mostly because they aren't truly finished. I've decided to still post them that way to show that not every poem that gets written is great or a 'masterpiece' and...
