Maybe my skin crawls a little,
When I decide to close my eyes.
Perhaps my blood runs cold,
When I try to hide in my mind.
Maybe I never wanted your help,
When you said you were here.
Perhaps I thought you were lying,
When you said you'd give a listening ear.
Yes,
I wanted a shoulder to cry on,
But did I need it?
No.
Yes,
I needed someone by my side,
But did I want it?
No.
Maybe it still aches,
If I have to think of you.
Perhaps it still burns,
When I remember her share the news.
Maybe I didn't want to cry,
When she spoke of it the first time.
Perhaps I was scared by it,
Like I had found the truth at the end of a lie.
Yes,
I wanted you to come back home,
But was it right to hope for it?
No.
Yes,
I hoped that it was just a nightmare,
But was it right to want that?
No.
You're still gone,
Never to return,
And that memory of mine,
Will never disappear.
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Just A Mess
PoesíaI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
