"you caught my broken heart,
you caught the tear at the corner of my eye,
you caught the dumer smile,
you caught me red handed,
you caught me running,
but darling only if you knew,
you would hold my hand, and run with me faster.
you saw me break down,
you saw me fall hard,
you saw it all.
I hate that.
you heard my cry for help,
in the continues absence of a truthful smile,
in the lack of emotions on my words,
in the dull, tired eyes that you once loved,
I need not speak a word,
you knew."
YOU ARE READING
A MESS.
Poetrya book of scattered thoughts, words and actions. forever under construction so don't expect anything really. I'm not the best, but I love what I do & I do what I love.
