Why is the question.
I slam my doors shut, but you hear nothing.
What is the question.
The pain of our mutual love lingers with your lack of dedication.
When is the question.
It stings and burns in the area around my heart, too many questions, it's messing with my mind.
Are they valid, do you feel this way too?
Maybe now we know that our love was never true.
Love is a strong word, was it really just a like?
Our bond is now broken due to this one single fight.
So now what's the question, to send bruises to my personality?
Are we done, are we over? is this even our reality?
is it?
I don't know. One question I cannot answer.
You see my world is turned on it's side.
It can be affected by one single vibe.
You turned it a little, enough to knock it off balance.
Enough to knock over all of our great moments
And now it has begun to spin
Just enough to wake up the monster that lies within.
YOU ARE READING
What Lies Within
PoetryFor now it is just one singular poem but I am sure this book will grow. Poems MOSTLY about crushes, cause that is all that is going on with me right now, but ya.
