i want to join in on their conversations but i'm scared of what it might do.
will they even care? well i mean, they don't have to...
i look at him and him at me and a smile creeps on my face.
it's weird because i wonder, how'd we get in this place?
he looks at his friend with loving eyes, i wish he'd look at me too,
but she looks so damn pretty so i don't know what i'm to do...
she seems kind, dresses better and everything about her is nice
it feels like my heart is beginning to be encased in ice.
i want to tell everyone everything, funny stories as well,
imagine that imogen, wouldn't that be swell?
i hope he decides to hold me as close as he can tonight,
but unfortunately i don't think that will be the case, am i right..?
it hurts knowing everything comes out on a blank page,
i cant wait for the night where someone reads these and let's my heart out of its cage...
YOU ARE READING
Falling and Rising
Poetryєνєя нα∂ ѕσмєтнιиg уσυ ωαитє∂ тσ ѕαу, ¢σмє ¢ℓєαи αвσυт, σя ʝυѕт ѕнσυт тσ тнє ωσяℓ∂ вυт ¢αит? тнιиgѕ αвσυт ρєσρℓє ωнσ αяє ∂єαя тσ уσυя нєαят, ριѕѕ уσυ σff, нυят уσυ, σя мαкє уσυ ¢яу? ραѕѕισиαтє тнιиgѕ ωнι¢н мαкє уσυя нєαят fєєℓ ℓιкє ιтѕ вєαтιиg ʝυѕт...
