You were the sun
And I know I was the one
Who walked away
Not because you were not enough
But because I could not stand your brightness
You were the moon
That peeped through my window
But I put up curtains
Not because I cant see you
But because I'm afraid you're not the only one who will come in
And I've already got monster hidden around every corner
You were my favorite story
But I didn't read didnt soak all your words
Not because I didn't want you in my head
But because you'd end up breaking my heart.
YOU ARE READING
Less Than A Century
PoetryA collection of words I decided to call poetry. It takes only one To break To fix To live To die for To strive To be cruel To finally break To complete A Century
