We never hold hands
Uncommon
You Simply
Lack romance
It makes me feel empty
No passionate kiss
Or flowers or bears
No hugs that I'll miss
No indication you care
You lied through your teeth
To get me into bed
Lying about all your feats
You're shocked that I've went dead
I write to you in code
Because explaining is what I dread
I'll be 22 years old
But you never really cared
YOU ARE READING
Hidden Pride
PoetryYears of depression bottled up and pour out. TW//: d*pression, su*cidal thoughts, self loathing, etc All poems are the authors original creation. Do not steal!
