Oh god
I know that words are fickle
And actions are solid
But yours confuse me
I'm sure mine confuse you
Or maybe they don't
Maybe they're clear enough
But to get my point across
I must find a way
To express the extremity
To allow your mind
To wander but stay grounded
Our ideals are different in a way
But I'm confused as to how
I feel now
But I'll figure it out
I always do
Wether I figure it out healthily
Or in silenced tears
Will be determined
Sometime in the future
For now I think I'll enjoy
My reckless heart and
My careful mind
YOU ARE READING
Silent Screams
PoesíaPoems I wrote myself. All of them are original. (Can be triggering.)
