You
you think you know me.
You don't.
I know you don't.
Your hands have never
wiped away the tears that couldn't
stop falling.
Your laughter couldn't clear
the grey skies.
Your smile couldn't blind
enough of the darkness.
It's not your fault.
It wasn't your job to.
I could feel myself slipping through your
fingers long before you could ever understand
why.
Why?
I don't know why.
My mouth won't allow me to speak the words
I know I'd say to you
if I could.
I don't have the answers you want.
I don't think that I ever will.
I wish I could let my thoughts
tell you everything,
that you could hear everything
I need to say
without me having to say it.
It's a world full of wishes,
I'm sorry I couldn't grant yours.
YOU ARE READING
A Book of Words That Never Seem To Be Enough
PoetryA book filled with words that I thought made sense, but they never seem to be enough. *warning* emotional, messy, raw and full of sadness (sometimes a little happiness here and there) I hope you give my words a chance, maybe they'll be enough for yo...
