Oh my, oh my
Oh, how could you do this to me?
How can I run from thee?
When my chosen paths all lead me to
Somewhere I should not be
Oh my, oh my
Oh, why can't I let you go?
Why should I have to show?
When all too well, I know for sure
You would not care to know
Oh my, oh my
Oh, what shall my heart do?
What must I ponder true?
When every lie I've ever heard,
They each had come from you
Oh my, oh my
Oh, when will all of this end?
How long must I pretend?
When every poem I'm writing, says -
You're more than just a friend
YOU ARE READING
Paper & Ink |#Wattys2016|
Poetry"I am the black on white; the ink on paper." A collection of my nightly thoughts and daydreams. Highest rank: #5 in Poetry. Please enjoy reading and find a friend in one of my works. :)
