Didn't realize I was broken,
Didn't realize I was under a spell,
A spell of shedding tears.
I touched my cheeks it was cold,
Cold and moist tears rolling down.
At an instant I felt it,
This feeling is a stranger,
Maybe I don't know me,
Maybe I'm not used to myself,
I don't like my own skin.
But this is not the way to be,
Need to let some happy in.
Gathered the courage to ask my skin,
'Can you be my friend?'
A moment if silence, in a long breathe,
At last my skin spoke,
'What took you so long?'
YOU ARE READING
I Wrote It All For Me
PoetryPoems. For myself, of my moods, my life, just me and my feelings. Most of them are fictious (or are they?). I'll leave it to you readers, let your imagination wander.
