So tell me that you love me
That it's me you'd like to be yours
And I wouldn't ask you to turn away
Instead I'd ask you to wait
Until the storm passes away
But you refuse to say anything
Insist on hiding the truth
To look away
And you walk beside me down the streets
Your hands stuffed in your pockets
Your eyes adrift
And I wonder if you're to lock your desires away
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PoetryA collection of my poetries. Some of these would be romantic, others would be about friendship, trauma, childhood trauma, mental illness and more. A lot of the ones I'm gonna post here are already posted on my social media. Follow me on there to re...
