How can you tell me you know how I feel,
When you dont even know my name?
How can you tell me its all okay.
When you dont even have a brain?
How can you tell me you love me,
When you dont even know what love is?
So open your eyes,
Look at your subject.
Close your eyes,
Try to remember the things you try to reject.
Open your eyes again,
Miss my presence.
Close them once more,
The tears are the only answer to your questions.
Now you know my name,
And can tell how I feel.
You now have a brain,
And you can tell me what what is real.
And now you can love me,
now that you know what love is.
YOU ARE READING
Plastic Roses And Fake Love Songs
PoesíaA collection of my favourite pieces of poetry. All written by me, please do not steal them. My poetry is dark, if you have anything nasty or judgemental to say then please take it elsewhere.
