I'm holding onto you,
Yet you're slowly letting go,
On this road,
We die ever so slow.
Our palms touch yet out hearts part,
Why can we never resonate?
Is it my fault-
That my emotions are closed like a gate?
I've been hurt,
I've been bruised,
Despite this, my soft core,
It opens slowly, afraid to lose.
I am the flower, you are the bee,
Carry on and there will be no pollen left,
No sweetness to your embrace,
And I will gain a deep cleft.
Just spend time with me,
Don't lie to me,
Be sweet to me,
For I am so fragile...
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Optimistic Pessimism
PoetryA compilation of poetry I've written in order to express myself. They are all very short, only about 100 words each, so please give reading a few a try! :) I also have a book! Link: http://w.tt/21toVyh (It's on my bio! And it's called "Scrape") Al...
