I feel like I'm walking purposely alone in this world.
Feelings in hands and no intentions to share them.
They're seeping through the cracks of my fingers.
Dripping, wasting to the ground being stepped on.
I don't know why I continue to walk,
Allowing you to see my feelings as something you can have.
I don't know why that when I reach you, arms outstretched and empty handed,
I try to give you hope anyway.
I have nothing to offer.
I bring nothing to the table.
Why do you come to me with your precious feelings when I have none to exchange with you?
Why do you allow yourself to become attached to me when I came to you,
Empty handed.
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Spoken Word: My Poems and Thoughts
PoesíaMy Poems and Thoughts just like the title states. I just felt that I should share them with everyone. So read it and I hope you enjoy it. Give me feedback. I need as much feedback as possible. And leave topics to write about. I might get some ideas...
