You question
If you are worthy for me.
Always seeking
An answer that lays with thee.
Its constant murder
Having to ease your mind.
Subconsciously you're thinking
That you're nothing to me.
You mean more
Than I ever imagined,
And the fear burrows deeper
That eventually you'll leave
Because it is I
Who is not worthy of you.
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The Unexpected
PoetryA collection of poems about my life, my feelings, my thoughts, basically about me. It's the things I don't ever speak of but write down instead. Warning: some poems may trigger you so read at caution A/N: They're not the best since I just write them...
