Things left unsaid hurt worse than the things said.
Because what's left unsaid,
is kept a secret.
When all's said and done,
maybe then we can rest peacefully.
No matter what's said and when,
we'll always find a way to fight about it.
Sometimes we leave it alone.
Sometimes we fight,
and all for what?
Just for the simple sake of fighting?
All I ask is that you seek comfort in me.
So that I can then,
in return,
seek comfort in you.
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Concrete Marshmallows | Watty's 2016
PoetryA 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!
