I always searched for a gentle home, not ever thinking to try and fix my own damn self
T hings were easy when we were strangers, when we were still afraid of the enormity of the possible
S tuck in my own tragic ideals, i tried to make a haven out of you
T old myself you saw the same magic i saw in you, i never would have guessed how wrong i could be
I nsipid arguments tore at my heart, we fell in a treacherous cycle
L ove was what i had my eyes set on, your soft browns were set on your broken love past
L ingering thoughts of her clouded your head, i just wanted to see clearly once again
H ard nights followed the day that i bared my heart, i had never felt so naked before
U mbrellas could not fight the fat tears that spilled, at least you had your boat to stay afloat
R ough patches showed up in our story, yet we both worked to keep writing together
T ime will only tell where we will go, i wonder where our memories will take us
S trength is bound to refill my veins, we will prosper and grow, even if apart
YOU ARE READING
the late night musings of a broken-hearted girl
Poetrya short collection of poems from a young girl in times of heartbreak and unrequited love lower case intended. All Rights Reserved ®️ 2018 note: the poems are all unrelated and don't pertain to any particular plot!
