Listen, and you can hear the leaves.
As they fall, marching side by side.
Soothing the perpetual worry of my mind.
All day thinking, will you be his or mine.
It's like a game of tag we play
Sometimes I'm "it" and I seek your love
Sometimes you're "it" and you seek none
No fun, I'm starting to not like this game.
Listen, and you can hear the wind blow.
Calling my name to yours
Oh wait! No that's rejection telling
My name to run far far away from yours.
YOU ARE READING
Lady and the Tramp
PoetryCollection of poems ranging from love, to uncertainty, to heartbreak. Enjoy
