stuck in the mud
used to not see people a lot
now i know you're mine
but i cant tell what's in your mind
you matter more than my brain
doesn't matter if i go insane
honey thinks i should take things slow
but whats that when im a lit up doe
stuck in beams and rays
stole so much of my mind like a fae
cant spare a thought till the day
i give everything to you
ill help you never listen to those voices
ill make sure you never make bad choices
ill tell you all of the things i love about you
and you'll realize
all i care about is that you're okay right now
sobbing and crying
telling me you're sorry about not being able to do it
confused before you tell me about the knife
i feel so shit not being able to make a difference
but you need me and i need you
everything goes by so fast when we hold eachother close
i dont have a lot of friends at all
i dont mind if im a bit alone
i can feel myself shaking too much
i dont wanna let go too much
i dont want this to be the end of the road
i cant let this be the end of the show
i just want you to trust me when i tell you
there ain't noone more beautiful in this damn world
i wanna be your best friend baby
you can rant to me, i love the sound, i love your voice
i had a bad day, thats no stranger to you
you cried last night, i dont have nothing to prove
i wake up at the crack of 9
and i look into your eyes
and i see a place so divine
i only hope you still love me.
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
