Dreams, that's all they'll ever be.
You will never need me as I need you.
You will never let your lips touch mine
I'm not what you want, you've shown the signs
I'm not pretty enough
My hairs a mess
I'm not tough
I need to care less
That's what everyone tells me
At this point I believe it
I'm sorry I'm not enough for you
But I always will be in my Dreams
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts of a 17 year old
PoetryJust some things I've thrown together while in a sad moment. I'm not too good at these but they help me release.
