I am crying and
You are somewhere
Probably Not Crying.
This time every year
Do you remember how
You cried for me?
I know I am over you
But the feelings do not know.
And they knock on my door
Cloaked in poetry
So that I let them in
Thinking they will not hurt.
But when I open up they
Rush straight for my eyes
And escape down my cheeks
YOU ARE READING
We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
