dedicated to the person i won't tag.
this is certainly not my best. will edit when i have some more time to.
twenty-two: elsa and me
it must be a curse to see myself this way,
to feel alone and still be able to feel okay,
i wear a mask to hide myself everyday,
not sure if i can today.
i watch you walk across the street,
head high up in the air like you are the Queen,
make-up and short skirts were never ever your thing,
so does your never-lasting flings.
i still don't know where we went wrong,
all of a sudden you believed her every single word,
you left me for her and that made me feel torn,
it felt like i was only just your stupid playing card all along.
now you're laughing around with her in glee,
but oh, i can read what they cannot see,
do you ever regret that you left me?
do you ever wish to come back to me?
we were bestfriends and we had bonded in every way,
tell me, you were my elsa, why did you go away?
YOU ARE READING
2 ; under the drops | ✓
Poetry― [poetry] ― ― de·sire \ di-ˈzī(-ə)r, dē- \ to long or hope for ━━━ ❝under the drops she tries, to hide her tears she cries, hoping the pouring rain, will wash away her endless pain.❞ ― a collection of dark poems. lowercase intended. ― book II o...
