Like a cat in the middle of mice,
I'd hide, but you'd see me.
I couldn't fail in your eyes,
All you see is the glow that I let off,
But how can you not be deceived by it?
Am I really that open?
I feel so closed, so broken,
Yet you tell me I'm only bent.
I've yet to be straightened.
You tell me you'd try,
Try,
Try,
Just to straighten me back up,
When no one else does,
You seem to care,
Seem to understand the pain I've been through,
You'd never give up on me,
You'll fight for me,
With me.
YOU ARE READING
Poems (:
Poesia(Periodic Updates)Poetry isn't just words put together in a certain rhythm or a smooth way; it's the act of putting yourself and emotions into your writing. It's laying back in the middle of a field and staring up at a cloud and finding all the deta...
