It's like telling me,
That sound of scratching on my window
In the middle of the night,
Was probably just a tree in the wind.
But I live in a meadow,
No trees in sight.
Even if you were right,
And I was wrong,
Why have I been afraid for so long?
Why do I lay here day after day,
And you tell me -
"just make it go away."
Why can't I then,
If it's so easy to wish it away,
That in the end
I'm still here, afraid,
Day after day?
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Everyday Thoughts. Collection of writings and poems.
RandomThis is a compilation of stories too short to be their own, and free verse poems. I write each part while inspired by my current emotion, or something that may have recently happened. So know that all of these come from my heart, or my over active i...
