Awkward glances.
Simple smiles.
Eyes blink back tears.
I hear my demons yelling louder.
Things aren't what they seem.
A kitchen sink to me,
is not the same as a kitchen sink to you.
I haven't slept in what seems like ages.
Sometimes quiet is violent.
You never know what someone's hiding.
You tell me to tell you anything and everything,
but I refuse.
We've made it this far,
no telling if we'll make it to the end.
But I know,
you'll leave as soon as I release this lion inside me.
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Concrete Marshmallows | Watty's 2016
PoesieA collection of poems mainly about love and loss. Some personal experiences, others are from different people's perspectives. It's fairly self explanatory. Every poem speaks for themselves and tells it's own story. Enjoy!
