You probably don't know,
That my feelings still grow,
Slowly, like a plant,
Magically, like a chant.
And you probably won't see,
The tears which drown me,
When you cut the call,
When you don't hold me when I fall.
Perhaps it's too much to expect,
But this is one fact I cannot accept;
That even though I love you,
Your feelings for me are very few.
~*~
{Why does it hurt? Seeing you with other girls?}
12th of August, 2017
10:53pm
YOU ARE READING
Lachrymose
PoetryI miss you, and I can't get over you. You bewitched me and forever left me in a state of lachrymose. #book 3 Cover by @deepan2486 Highest rank - #30 in poetry WINNER OF THE RHYME SCHOLAR AWARDS(WORDGASM) 2017
