A little too late,
I'm a little too late,
To tell you I love you.
I'm far from you.
I have to deal with the pain,
Of never seeing your face.
Mama taught me to be strong,
Hold up a smile for far too long,
Might delude myself it's real.
In the cold mornings I know it's fake.
Looking my life throw a window pane,
When I blastoff to infinity.
You saw pieces of my soul I didn't see,
Saw what I was feeling,
In the dark, demons dealing.
My fate with hate I was breathing,
I gave you part of my heart.
Never told you hard enough how I felt,
About you, maybe it was the pain.
Showing me how you were nice,
Waiting for your text.
Part of me knows I won't see it,
The other half sits, hopes for what's next-
For you and I.
Story of delusion.
Mixed with dreams, dream,
I had to let you go.
Guess I never let go,
Still holding to your smell,
In my memories.
The rhythm of your beauty,
In my head with the melody.
Your smile, tell me atleast you see parts of me,
Wherever you are, you see bits of me,
I miss you.
I know the universe is by design,
But is this pain part of something bigger?
I don't think so.
My soul tells me you are mine,
But I know, I know, I didn't tell you enough.
How I felt deep down soul of mine.
I am left with words,
I pour out of my heart,
To show the bits that hurt,
And the bits with gold.
They say, if you dig deep enough,
The pain is wealth.
I hope you find this treasure.
CZYTASZ
THE WILLOW TREE
PoezjaIt's a struggle for my sanity through a moment of rage and out of space, psychetry is my build as I layer my truths, it's a journey, the second trip
