My memories of us

Then and now

Your a mystery to me.

But for me I'm a open book you read.

You read all my page then your done with me.

But it's you that so clear to see.

Your like a glass wall.

So fragile and so easy to fall.

I see through you and all the games you play .

But what happens when I'm done and walk away .

Will you stick with "you don't need me."

Or will you fall short and find your self pleading.

Wrapping your arms around my waist.

Letting your tears fall in front of my face.

I see through the game you play now I'm wondering what happened to make you go to waist.

When all the games and player ways have vanished I sit back and wonder how will you manage.

I see it all on your face but you were such a mystery to me

Now your a see through glass I see.

Miah Shead.💙