Now I know you, I'm not sure I want to,
I'm not sure I can and I rather know less than
I now appear to know, because you told me, so,
I wish I'd left it sooner, it's festered like a tumour -
It cannot simply now be left; it must be put to rest,
It's time to right the wrongs, not a time for writing songs,
Or hiding meanings and thinking of fake reasons
To leave this for another time, rather to create a rhyme -
It's time to draw to an end, can we solve this, please, my friend?
YOU ARE READING
An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
