Sometimes I beg when I should give,
I've been known to hide when I should live.
I wander around in a cold, dark place,
All while wishing you'd give me anything but this space.
I don't do good with quiet and distance,
Or your dodging glances and donning resistance.
Just when I decide to throw it all out,
You show me a smile and wash away my doubt.
At this rate, I'll burst before I know,
Because without you, I'm just winter with no snow.
My dreams are consumed by all that is unspoken,
I fear all that remains is my heart that is broken.
But right before the dawn opens my eyes,
That look on your face makes my hope start to rise.
So now here's the question, the one of my life,
Is it me that is guilty of turning the knife?
Did I make it all up? Is it real or not?
Two more weeks of this shit, my heart just might stop.
I'm asking you once, not counting the hundreds of times in my head,
Will you give us a chance when we're outside of your bed?
I didn't remember that you wrote poetry. I like these. I need to write poetry again. I used to really like it.
ReplyDeleteI try to say I'm writing songs or just verses because I feel silly writing poetry. ha! But it's the easiest way for me to write and feel like it's not boring sometimes. haha I don't know. Thanks for checking it out!
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