"All the bells I heard ringing,
Took them for sirens.
You poured the ocean into a bottle,
I dropped it, inadvertence.
I know you lashed out for a reason,
You couldn't bear with them.
And maybe I wanted to do the same,
But we were celebrating your name.
And you,
Just can't unpack the baggage,
When someone's holding tight.
In the name of keeping safe but,
Now the story's twisted, right?
All for the surface
Two for the soul
One for something
of I never caught hold.
And wish I could help it out but I can't.
I've got things to do for myself.
You can call me selfish,
cold and all.
But maybe there's something you left,
And it's a page of the book unread.
Your eyes may have never even met"
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[26 March 2021; 4:30 pm]
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts from an old diary
PoetryFeel free to vote and comment if you enjoy reading! (Previously known as "Poetry On Fingertips") •2nd Position in The Crown Awards 2020 •#1 in #poetryislife -28/June/2020 •#1 in #poetrylovers -26/Feb/2019 And plz don't copy my book, Truyen.
