They exchange words like I'm not there
They're in they're little world with pure tension in the air
His voice is dominant,
Now it's her turn to shout.
My lips curve into a deep pout
I see lions going for blood
Nothing can be done
My eyes, sometimes, spring a leak
It's not my fault!
Or..is..it?
Peace and happiness is being sought
Not by them, but by me
No, I don't see that on the surface
There's only misunderstanding in this case
Sweet sleep please take me away
What do I have to do to escape this cave?
I don't see the love I read about in books
I know it could happened but look!
The love is gone,
No where to be found.
YOU ARE READING
Hollow Thoughts
PoetryPoems without titles only meaning. Not all poems are true. It's honestly so cringe-worthy.
