Two and a half years, I'd spent in hiding,
Fading to the background, I'd even stopped writing.
Just going through the motions, going through the days,
Long ago given up, I'd accepted my fate.
But you could make me laugh, make me smile,
And on the days I almost felt human, I'd stay awhile.
You understood when people pushed me beyond my limits,
And yet somehow you were always sure I could do it.
One day I realized, good people still exist,
And it was those people, like you, I'd missed.
I started out promising I wouldn't let myself fall,
But it was already too late, you already have it all.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of Me
PoetryThis is a continuation of Poured Out on Paper. Filled with happiness, love, anger, and lust, here's to another poetry book, and to a whole new adventure... (:
