Cold air
nips at my face.
And I want to hold you
in a lasting embrace.
And protect you from the freezing wind.
If I could
I'd take your sorrows
Your demons
And carry them for the never ending tomorrow.
So you could be happy.
So you could be free.
I'd be okay with that.
I'd rather take on your demons
then watch you suffer with them yourself.
Stupid idea,
For my fate,
I know.
But I don't want you,
To be the one dying in the snow.
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Was Meant to See
Poezja[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-
