When I walk around and wonder why I just can't stop to care,
Every time I see you, I seem to get so scared,
All I can think of and dear to dream, is never enough as you make it seem,
It just thoughts; nothing else.
When I look around and I see your face,
I wonder how we ever got to this place,
A place where we talk about everything,
But still we don't feel anything,
And even though I know you don't really care,
You always seem to be right fucking there.
When I push the button and make you believe,
That all that I feel is nothing surreal,
I seems to forget to tell you the joke,
Were you always seem to make me feel broke,
'Cause even though I know this is just talking,
You always forget me when we're walking.
So hey, listen;
Do you see me when I'm not in that phone?
Do you see me as I'm not sitting on a throne?
Do you hear my voice
as I try to call you name?
Or am I just in that phone?
In your messages,
Where nobody else sees me.
Nobody;
Is that what you think of me?
YOU ARE READING
A bucket of light and darkness
Poetry[Highest rank October 9th 2016: #27 in poetry] I'm a teenager - a girl - and I have feelings too. Therefore I wrote these poems to tell them to you. But hush, no kiss and tell; I trust you with my secrets. And if you do spill what you're about to re...
