I'm putting my hand out to you
You're not even giving it a second look,
You grab my hand and it feels like eternity.
But then it gets pulled away.
You back away from it.
Why?
Why are you so afraid of me?
I'm reaching out for you,
For someone I used to love,
And honestly I think I still do.
When you touch my hands it's like a dream.
But every time I wake up, the dream hasn't ended.
Is our dream coming to an end?
Or will I forever continue this journey?
Maybe I'm clinically insane.
Or is this what love is like?
I'm reaching out,
Hoping you will reach back for me too.
Every time like a hour glass running out of sand.
Is it too late?
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New Struggles
PoetryJust some entries, some poems, some just plain feelings and rants about things that are going on in my life. I hope you can relate to my struggles, understand that you're never alone. *Will be updating everyday! I might miss a day though, I'm not pe...
