I'm ready to jump in,
But I'm scared to get fall.
I started out running,
And later I crawled.
I want you to know me,
But I don't want to be known.
I'm just scared you'll go,
If I tell you how I feel.
It'll make everything awkward,
Don't know how to deal with it.
Just hanging onto your words.
What we are?
We aren't friends.
We aren't lovers.
Are we just playing over each other?
'cause this thought is
Lingering on my head.
What we are?
Maybe we know, who we are together.
Or maybe we'll soon figure it out.
The word for us, is not yet defined.
And opinions are, different from each other.
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Stream Of Thoughts
PoetrySometimes my thoughts are violent, Sometimes they bring me to the light. Sometimes I sit in silence, Sometimes I'm running for my life. Just random thoughts that I write for motivating myself when I'm struggling from daily life problems and these ar...
