in time i knew
you'd find someone less blue.
someone far prettier
someone with less barrier.
i thought i was ready to let go
but now I'm not so sure.
please help me, the hurting isn't secure.
YOU ARE READING
poems
Poetrywritten poems that my heart whispered to my broken hands as they typed at eerie hours of the night.
progressing
in time i knew
you'd find someone less blue.
someone far prettier
someone with less barrier.
i thought i was ready to let go
but now I'm not so sure.
please help me, the hurting isn't secure.
