hold my hand as we walk in sync,
tickle my fingers & turn my cheeks pink.
it's cold but my heart with you feels warm.
i know deep down all you can do is harm,
hold my hand as we walk in sync.
"please don't do this to me", as i try not to blink.
your waking away & the tears are now a storm.
my heart is no long with you or even in form,
it lies on my floor in pieces & i can't even think.
all i do now is say, "fill my drink up to the brink".
YOU ARE READING
to the sad ones
Poésietake me away to the depths of my heart. where my tears are pools of ice, and my cries are songs of stone. my thoughts put into a book my heartaches put into poems to any sadkid out there this book might be for you. or not. all my poems belong to me...
