Feeling lost beyond measured
Trying to love you without the right ingredients
A cup of sas with a dash of anger
An ounce of bitter but a 1/4 of trust
The measurements never add up so the cake isnt as tasty
You dont love me like you did before because the look in your eyes sing a different tone
Trying to fix you maybe ill add a smidget of great value happiness it doesn't taste the same but it will do
YOU ARE READING
Krave
PoetryWhat you are about to read are things I have encountered and the story of pain of the past, present and the future of me healing .Some of the words may cut deep and others might leave you wondering . Continue to read and continue to heal.
