My mood can shift like flowing water,
So come whatever may,
I'll just take these pressing thoughts,
And push them all away.
They'll ask about my feelings,
I'll tell them that I'm fine,
But deep down my heart is screeching,
Because they're acting out of line.
Wading throughout these hectic streams,
My heart gets beaten and bruised,
But continues to walk harsh waters,
Because there's not much left to lose.
Things are looking sour,
And the burning's getting worse,
My heart had taken quite enough,
But wasn't through its curse.
And every time I shed a tear,
The burning just gets hotter,
'Till my blood goes from red to clear,
And continues flowing just like water.
YOU ARE READING
Yours Truly, Me.
Poetry" I can lie just like they tell me, or I can break this crazy spell/ I can fake my way to heaven, or take my sorry ass to hell, " -Yours Truly, Me.