I've put my pencil to the paper,
Writing the words for you to see,
Of all the things I wanted you to hear,
All of it from me.
But I guess I didn't have the courage to tell you,
I guess I didn't have the heart,
I guess I didn't want to watch you read it then fall apart.
But it's written now, everything I wanted to say,
It's out in the open,
Where I'd always hoped it'd stay.
I'm sorry I didn't tell you,
I'm sorry you might've had doubts.
I guess I was just looking for a way-
Looking for a way out.
Out [written 5/16/19] [published 8/6/19]
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Thoughts
PoesíaJust an average girl trying to fit into a world using only words to describe her soul to others. ••These are random poems that I have thought of before and after the clock strikes midnight. They might not be the best, but you can always check them o...
