The door is open
But every time I got for it
You pull me down
You hold me back
Clawing at my skin
Pealing away the layers of love
You were so sweet before
But you showed your true colors
What happened to you?
What happened to us?
YOU ARE READING
Everything I left unsaid | Poetry |
PoesiaIn life, I am someone who afraid of talking to people right then and there. They scare me because I don't know how they will react with what I will say. Yet writing them down on a computer is easier because i don't have to look at their reaction to...
