how am i supposed to watch you so easily stride,
with those shoulders so full of broken pride,
when my heart is already yours to take,
yet all it does is sits here and continues to break,
i see the trouble in your eyes,
so there is definitely a fate to defy,
how am i supposed to watch you just take another stride,
when i can walk up and uncover all i've seemed to hide,
then we can take our strides together,
with my hands in my pockets, with you feeling much better,
aren't you tired of taking those small strides all alone?
why don't i sweep you right up off your feet and carry you mind blown.
YOU ARE READING
Don't You Get It? ✅
Poetrywhen i tried to avoid the fact i wanted to die, by writing anti-suicide poems. now this book sort of became a person, it grew a mind, a soul, and a heart. so, in turn, it kept listening to my petty problems. (lowercase intended) Highest Ranking: #18...
