~A poem about love~
your music
your voice
the way you say my name
all leaves me feeling not quite the same
your passion
your talent
always early, but never on time
all makes me think how i want to call you mine
always right there, but just out of reach
how i truly feel never present in speech
you're nice
you're intelligent
but people tell me otherwise
they say you're a wolf, lurking in disguise
your friends
your family
they'll never know me
i'm letting go of you before you can let go of me
you don't feel the same, this i know to be true
so i'll stay back in the shadows, so i don't hinder you
i wish it were different
i wish this weren't it
but i can't change how it ends
i know it's what you want, so we'll stay just friends
YOU ARE READING
The Book of Me - Original Poetry
PoetryThis is me being depressed and attempting poetry. Not a professional, just wordbarfing
