I tend to sit on edges.
No matter if it's on the bus seats or on cliff sides.
I always try to give you the space you need while fighting for my life.
When you say "Come closer. I don't bite" I feel like entering a fight.
I say "No, it's fine".
The light above my shines in lime.
A type of green I'd only see in your eyes.
But the rest of you is red and my hope slowly dies.
You'll never care about me.
That's what I finally managed to see.
I bend my knees, I duck my head
but all you give to me instead
is hate and shame and all this guilt
that stuff that made this wall get built.
You won't say sorry, I understand
but at least you could've reached for my hand.
I know without you I will fall
but the time with you? I won't recall.
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Tales from my heart
PoetryThis will be a collection of lessons I learnt, poems I wrote and just some random thoughts I had. I'm from Germany so my English isn't the best but I'll try to make little to no spelling mistakes :] I also don't know how to use commas correctly so I...
