head's pounding
blanket wrapped tight
miss when everything felt right
underneath the moon
can barely open your eyes
for the prettiest view youve ever seen
clutching your temple
as if itll help you get sleep tonight
sweetheart its alright
but maybe its best
dont want you to see me cry
but ill still hold your hand at midnight
rest your head
on the palm of my hand
i know you can barely breathe
and i cant bare to see your face
even when your heartbeat is fast
i cant ever last
when your pain is grimaced
cant pay attention to the pretty lights
i wanna see it all
and its nice going out with you
but do you need to come home
do you want your bed?
do you want your mom?
i would sit on the windowsill
look up towards the sky
and relay the messages adressed to you and i
that you cant see with your eyes
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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
