am i talking about him?
or you
when i speak?
am i a bad person
if i am still convinced
i need him?
am i horrible
if i can see
your blood being washed away by the rain?
am i an attention seeker
if i need
some
of her time?
am i a glory hog
if i go around
showing of my piece?
why wont you visit?
dont you know i miss you?
can you come back, please
i miss seeing your breathtaking face
god its late
YOU ARE READING
Sparrows Song
Poetryshort stories and poems for when the night is old and the day is dark
