Every day is like a new experience
of the same few events
But every time you talk to me
I feel my world light up with colour, dear
I don't know how to get up in the morning
My parents are screaming and my alarm's ringing
I've got no reason to go down for breakfast
But I rush down the stairs to see your face
I.
I think I'm dying
Don't know if it's suicide or a murder
But with the amount of times you've saved me
Baby, I think you're my saviour
I'm falling, I'm drowning
I can't breathe, but darlin'
I'd plunge further into the deep sea, for you
For you
I've never prayed
So desperately
For someone to stay...
Please don't leave me
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts to Poems
PoetryWriting whatever I'm thinking about as poetry, which hopefully explains the stupid title. Kep in mind, all of these will be as trash as the one I made for the cover. Some of these will be really specific. Just ignore that.