Your name always comes up on my screen
Every time I think of you
Even when I break the reason for our contact
Are you playing with me?
Is there ever an escape
For me, away from this?
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Collection I "Heartache"
PoezjaMy failed attempts at poetry from a year ago, though by the end they were merely paragraphed rants. These were used to vent and understand my own feelings at the time, though they have no relevance to the me of today.
