I know there something going on.
I hope that you won't keep it to yourself for long.
We've past the point of lies and half truths.
So there aren't many things that you can try that are of use.We said we would always be direct and honest.
Yet you seem to be going back on that promise.
I am not the enemy, I'm here to help you.
But you make me feel like gum stuck on your shoe.I could almost cut through the tension in the air.
And it's honestly beginning to give me quite a scare.
This really doesn't seem fair.
You don't want to share.
You're making me want to pull out my hair.Its become something unavoidable.
But like I've said, I'm always available.
I'm not sure what you want but I can't read minds.
I'm just trying to give you your space and be kind.I don't appreciate when you avoid it.
As if I were trying to exploit it.
The future isn't foreseeable.
But the lies you tell me are feeble.
I think I might know where this will go.
But if you would tell me, I'd gladly no longer know.If it's okay, I would like to know.
I only want this relationship to grow.
So don't tell me "nothing's going on."
I don't want to keep running as if this were a never ending marathon.
I just want to get to the finish line.
But if you don't want too tell me, I guess it's fine.I pretty tired of this game.
It has become mundane and lame.
But what you say isn't fair.
I know there is something in the air.A/N: Another poem. Possibly some surprises tomorrow. Have a good day!
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