I read a few words,
Well, more than a few.
They captured my heart and tore it in two.
I started to cry,
Feeling sorry for the person who wrote this and hides.
Hides in disguise.
Away from the world,
No one truly knowing this lonely lonely girl.
These words were in a book,
A book that's kept hidden.
I know this because I'm the girl who had written.
The words were mine,
From long ago.
A dark dark time,
That no one will know.
The book kept hidden,
That's how it'll stay.
Keeping the words locked away.
YOU ARE READING
Deep Thoughts
PoesíaMy poems that I'd like to share. I started writing poems when I was nineteen. Since I was a child, I've always written my thoughts down, as I'm not a verbal person. I never open up about my feelings, unless I have a pen in my hand. I didn't think a...
