Back when we were 17, we thought we had it bad
but maybe if we hit pause and never hit eighteen
maybe you would still be here
maybe we could still be near
but the time ticks away to one too many years
tapping away to one hundred million tears
and there's this thought in my head
that came to me in bed
what if you never left
what if what we had was a dream you didn't want to end
what if everything that went down had to be the story we shared
but why is it that you had to be the one to go
why is it that I let go even when I didn't want to
there's this repetitive track
tipping the train back to back
there's a loop tying me down to my past
a knot tied to my hands to grasp
but I was alone with my thoughts
two tracks runnin rounds in the back
two bruises for the ice to numb the goodbyes;
these are the scars I see in my eyes...
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Howl in my Voice [✓ Completed ✓]
PoetryWords that I want to scream out yet can't find the voice to do it, so I'm writing it all down in a collection where people can read it. _____ Please note this does contain dark content. Mature Language. Recommended for readers 18+ This is my own wo...