Wrapped around me
Like coil to a string
That's what your lack of presence brings
Like the leaves on trees in spring
I see the light, the light
And I see the changes in the wind
You're in my head
Like a melody
That I cannot put to a rest
And all I can hear
Is how much you dont care
What are you doing to me?
I dont know who you are
And that's not my fault
You know all about
Theres so many words you could use
If you could just talk to me
Talk to me.
YOU ARE READING
Notes by Nailinthewall
PoetryIf you enjoy reading poetry, songs and quotes by a mentally ill female with a sense of humour then this is the book for you!
