I don't understand you.
Why is it that as soon as May
hit you think that she was right
about me.
You constantly put me down,
no matter where I am in
this world. My history,
my past all with
the memory of your
existence. The bitterness
of your twisted
words and hurtful lies.
No matter what you
do, the memory of May,
The constant trod
The feeling I get inside me.
Like the coldness that blows in
from my window on the
Rainy day the very
Day the dirty
lies took over you when all you could say is "but
I need you, I still,
love you". I'm not like
one of those people you can just dust
away with lies. Like the dust on your table top. I'll
never let you take over me, I will be like the sun and rise.
YOU ARE READING
Time To Live.
PoetryYou wouldnt ever see it if you looked into their eyes. You have to look within and see how they truly are.
