They seem to be my friends
Keeping near to me
Watching what they say
And what they keep to themselfs.
Hidding things that tbey think
That i shouldn't know
Because they are making me bitter
When they leave me every time.
Leaving this short story
Without an ending
Neighther knowing what will happen
Or the next that i'll be writting.
They seem to want me
Keeping me in the memories
That they had
Not knowing that i'm apart.
Not knowing so much things about me
Or what i'm doing
Not even caring about it
Thinking they are my "friends".
Well keep thinking that
While i'm still here
Whilw i haven't vanish
And i'll seem like im okay.
YOU ARE READING
Beyond The Scenes; Poems
PoetryI tried, I waited, I'm done, Love faded. Your messages Filling my head And my phone I like you You don't You like me I don't And here goes again the same old story of love.
