Stay, I say endlessly
But you won't listen
Muffled pleas and incoherent words are what my voice compares
No matter how plenty I ask you are deaf every time
Now that a decision is made, is it too late?
Will you be away forever?
There is only one thing left to happen, for your progress to hitch
But it will hurt, for you at least
But to me, your failure is my wish
May it seem cruel of me, I pay no mind
If that's what it takes to prolong our time together, I am more than glad
For now, I silently cry and sleep it off
And, in wishful thinking, I dream that you change your mind
YOU ARE READING
WORD PLAY
Poetry"The lonesome hours is when imagination is vast, limitless even". Word Play is a collection of poetry of all kinds made in the most haphazard moments of a gay girl's life. note: for the part about the 2015 movie Carol, see chapter titled "carol" P.S...
