It's me
It's me
It three
Now four
And I don't know anymore
You lied
I tried
I cried
And you despised
Those tears
Those tears
How far they fell before you held me
The fears
Those fears
Of the darkness surrounding
It's me
It's you
It's four
And I have have yet to leave
I never knew how tired
How tired
How tired
I could be
One breath to
Breathe
Reverse the years
The days
The weeks
No eye contact
No words to yell
In this lonely nest
So sad
So sad
So sad
And mad that I fell
But I have cried
And now I've tried
Go fill this loneliness
YOU ARE READING
Woman.
PoetryA book of poems and feelings. A book from a girl, a rose from the concrete. A Woman growing.
