i sleep
instead of crying
i quit
before even trying
my days are all the same
and my poetry is lame
i think i'm fading away
but then I see your smile
and i wanna run the extra mile
you're the only thing
keeping me awake
YOU ARE READING
Tacenda
Poetry|#1 in free verse| Tacenda (n.) things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence Just a random collection of poems & thoughts. I hope that someone, somewhere can relate to what I was feeling when I wrote these and that they can know...
