I meant to write your name on my hand
But instead, the ink was written in my heart.
October was the month I've realized that I've been falling for you.
Perhaps it's for the reason that the season was fall.
My heart now speaks of you, you with the kindest heart of them all.
You never intended to hurt me and you never did
But my heart, it burns, right here on me.
I've been here before but I guess, I've never learned.
For my heart was calling and your name I heard.
And here, lifeless I lie with euphoria's terms.
I could have lent you my hand and offered you my heart
But I know where I stand, I stand from afar.
With him you're hit with a gloam and shine brighter.
But with me, we could have been so much better.
So if you ever need a hand, I'll be here in October.
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My Silent Screams (on going)
PoetryPoems of unsaid thoughts and feelings. This isn't really well made and I just wrote this from my heart. This book is filled with just little pieces of me that I write down to somehow find comfort and shelter to my vulnerabilities. These are the emot...
