I leave my hand out
and beg you not to hold it
It's open and inviting
and I'm shivering
and I'm crying
you grab it anyways
I'm relieved
I'm relieved
and I feel thieved
I trusted you
now it has been stripped away
you are still holding on
surprisingly strong
my protests are losing will
and my head is no longer ill
so I leave my hand out
and beg you not to let go of it
but doubt, doubt doubt
you had done it anyways
so we can't be okay
can never be okay.
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Poetry
PoetryA whole lot of poems that I've written in the past couple of years. They're really just my way of expressing any emotions or feelings I get not all of them are true though so... yeah sometimes I just write to try to relate to different things. I hop...