Thursday, December 26, 2019
Why can't I open up to you as much as I want to?
I know how I feel,
But I don't know how to tell you or when to tell you or if you'll understand.
I wish I could open the jar and spill all my insides
Lay them out on the floor for you to see
But I don't know where to begin
I'm so frustrated with myself
I don't cease to disappoint me
YOU ARE READING
More Thoughts & Feelings
PoesíaPoems starting from 2019. Some of it is good, some of it is not. But I write what's in my mind and in my heart. It helps.
