You don't care
Not like you say you do
You talk to little
And excuse too much
You act so often
And pretend so much
You say you're open
Yet you're so far away
I want to believe you
And all the words you say.
I want to speak
But can't find the words to say
I want to leave
Yet I'm pulled back to stay
It seems in my own narrative
I'm the only one
Without a say.
YOU ARE READING
The Lonely Hour
PoetryNot everything rhymes Not everything has to Of all that is bright And what hides in darkness The loving The hiding The living The Binding It hurts us not To follow a purpose To quell our minds dullness And to find our own fullness. Of sentences Of...
