I hoped you would come back around,
but I realised what I was looking for, could not be found.
You held your ground and as I drowned,
oh darling, you didn't even make a sound.
YOU ARE READING
It's a journal
Poetry''Instead of blades, I use pens, but it is still my blood covering the pages.'' Comment or like if I have helped or inspired you. Also if you are having trouble or you are feeling down, Feel free to talk to me. I might not be able to take the pain...
Soundless
I hoped you would come back around,
but I realised what I was looking for, could not be found.
You held your ground and as I drowned,
oh darling, you didn't even make a sound.