I DON'T KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS
AND I REALLY JUST WANT TO FUCKING SCREAM
FROM ALL THE THINGS MY HEART IS FEELING
THAT MAYBE IT SHOULDN'T BE
AND FROM THE THOUGHTS STUCK NOW I'M REELING
CAUSE I MISS THE TIME IT WAS ALL EASIER
BUT I HAVE TO REMEMBER NOTHING WAS SIMPLER
SINCE THE DAY I MET YOU I'VE BEEN IN HELL
KNOWING I'LL NEVER HAVE YOU ALL FOR MYSELF
I FINALLY GOT THE CHANCE, OH GOD
BUT NOW I'M LEAVING
WITHOUT
OUR FINAL DANCE.
someday we'll be old
and i'll think about the times i used to hold
you in my arms
and i would cry
because i knew
you
were never
and always
mine.
when we're old,
will you stay,
for
one.
last.
dance?
YOU ARE READING
butterfly kisses and sorrow misses
Poetryi don't know yet i just need to put these things that are in my head onto paper or i might lose my mind have i already lost it? poems I wrote as the clouds were brewing.
