The book placed on my lap,
It's position changing as I wrap
My arms around and to my chest.
Lying were no one sees me rest.
My watch placed around my wrist
The place my teeth have often kissed.
Time running, flying as I speak,
While no one sees how I am weak.
Glasses placed before my eyes
Hiding tears, or at least it tries.
Scenes alter, changing as I cry,
Hoping someone asks me why.
While they show one's mind and pain,
They shall never show one's one and only.
So now I ask once and again,
Is it worth being this lonely?
YOU ARE READING
Without Doubt
PoetryThis is a book with little poems I wrote. They are mostly sad, but some can be seen as happy. I hope you enjoy reading them!
