You can't tell can you?
That I'm reaching for your heart?
I'm on the edge of a branch,
Thin and ready to snap
Under the weight of my heart.
I would hold your hand
With nothing but pride
I would sit close to you
And easily call you mine.
I hate that I can't
And I hate that you don't know
But most of all I hate myself
For not loving you soon enough.
You have me so much
And it wasn't until I lost you
That I realized how much I loved you
How long I would have stayed with you.
I'm ok
No I'm not
But that's my mantra these days
I'm ok
I'm ok
I'm ok
He isn't mine
I don't need him
I don't have to love him
I'm ok
I'm ok
I'm ok
But really
Anyone can see
It's you that I need
And it's you that I'll love
You make me ok
You make me ok
You make me ok.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryPoetry about anything and everything. I'll pour my little heart out. Please remember that poetry is interpreted differently by everyone and that it only really has to make sense to the author. I would love comments and feedback! Please do not plagia...
