Long Nights And Deep Thoughts

poetry

My poetry is the voice of things I cannot say,
Perhaps it's better this way,
I am a bomb,
And if you get to close I explode,
I suggest you never ask my name,
It might let you know that maybe I'm in pain,
But that's ok I swear,
After all It is only fair,
After all I asked for your name first,
Though names are as far as I'll go,
It's not that I don't wish to know you,
It's me that you can't know,
I will without a doubt fall for you,
And you'll find out that when I say I'm alright,
It's not exactly true,
So maybe it's best we leave it at names,
You'll only see I'm in pain,
You'll never know why,
You'll never know my mind,
So let's leave it at names I'll start,
You can call me fall,
Though that's just easier than calling me Autumn.