Leaning.
And leaning.
Took me weeks to tell you,
But you bring me down.
I: crashing.
Maybe
I am not courageous enough.
Maybe I can't tell you these things.
You know me,
But you do not know me.
Only of.
These things
Keep me awake in my sleep,
Active in my rest,
And alert.
Never to let anyone in.
Ever again.
This is the final "I'm done."
YOU ARE READING
Poems of the Dearest Soul
PuisiPoems of the Dearest Soul. Eccentric. Makes your heart melt. These Poems and short stories are all what you need during your off time. Romance. Suicide. Adventure. Realistic Fiction. Any genre known to man (or woman) Comment what other poem you wa...
