I don't want to break your heart
But it seems that every step I take
It is just underfoot
And by the time I notice it's too late
I don't want to make you cry
But every single move I make
Makes the waterworks start
I offer you pain I didn't even mean to create
It's such a mess
In this darkness
I can't tell where you are
You say you don't know who I am
Anymore
It's just mistake after mistake
And I don't know how to stop making
Them
YOU ARE READING
Misty (a collection of my poetry) {{COMPLETE}}
PoetryA road trip of poetry, I guess. Care to come along? Highest rank: 267 in poetry Read my third poetry book, "hush." I have high hopes for it. Read my first poetry book, "where the bluebirds aren't." (Or don't, it's old and rather embarrassing). ⚠️...
