My little black book, Filled with secrets and lies.If you dare to read you'll learn how I'm slowly losing my mind
I keep my skeletons tucked away, Hidden in the back of my closet. I wouldn't dream of showing the world,It's where the best parts of me go to die.
My heart is turning to ice Because you're not here to keep me warm .Making myself as cold as I can be At least that way I feel something even if it is numb.
It reminds me that I am still here Bitter sweetness at its best I'm a walking oxymoron And the biggest joke I've heard
Since I'm being honest I might as well confess This place doesn't feel like home anymore How could it without you?
Would it be so wrong?
YOU ARE READING
Not A Story, A Poem
PoetryThese are poems I wrote. I'm not very confident in my writing, but I want people to read. Please read and give me your honest opinions, otherwise I'll never get any better
