You look so lonely today, your eyes...they're sad...hopeless, Am I the cause of that?
I see your glances, I feel you waiting for me to go over there and ask you what's wrong, to hold you and tell you that it'll be okay, I'm sorry I can't give you what you want,
I know you want to slow dance with me to our favorite song, to sing with me in the car and to hold my hand every chance you get, to go on midnight walks and not be afraid that somebody's going to see us. To open the curtains and be honest, to shout 'I love you's from the roofs.
darling we can't, not yet, at least.
Our love's homeless, we know that, we know the longer we hold on, it'll just keep draining us but I'm begging you to hold onto your faith in us for just a little while longer, no matter what.
I know you look at the couples around you and wish we'd have a life like theirs, I know you look at your neighbors going for their morning walk hand in hand and envy them, I know you want a love like theirs.
I know you want us to be domestic, you've painted the picture before so many times that I'm starting to daydream about it too.
I really want to be there for your happiest moments and your worst times, out in the open, I know you want to post that cute picture of us, I know there must be many more things you wish you could do.
I'm sorry you can't.
But you will.
One day.
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i was listening to secret love song (part 2) by little mix when i wrote this.
maybe you should listen while you read.
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Emotional Torture.
PoetryCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
