Tired, restless and deep in the woods
Why would you know about me,
Ask about my moods,
If it's the surface you can see?
don't you care?
am I too weak?
wanna know, since when
is it so hard to speak?
you say you care
I thought you do
You disappeared
Left me alone
you left me.
I followed you.
But who am I,
when we are gone?
Didn't we were strong?
Weren't we in love?
maybe we were though.
but just not good enough.
too lazy to repair
too tired to try
I'm sitting in the woods.
Of course, I cry.
YOU ARE READING
only the brave | poems
Poetry« it's a church of burnt romances and I'm too far gone to pray. It's a solo song and it's only for the brave » some poems I had in mind, some are personal, some just fictional. I just let my hands write whatever floads in my mind. TW // mostly depre...
