Dear Me, Dear You
There is nothing we can do
Because of the things you've done
All of the lies you've spun
Because of the things you've lost
They call you a lost cause
You lost your mind, your strength
Your power, your grace
Your wings...
Many things
Have gone
So you took out a knife
As sharp as the half moon of night
And one... two
Made many cuts anew
Let them seal,
Let them scar,
But don't show them who you really are
Don't let them into your view
Don't let them know what you cut into
Don't let anyone know what you've gone through
Because...
Dear Me, Dear You
There is nothing we can do
YOU ARE READING
A Collection Of Rhymes
PoetryPoetry I write from time to time. Correct any grammar in the comments please. I can't proof read as much as I'd like and I hate it when I make grammatical errors. Also if you'd like to share your opinion on what you think the poem's theme is or how...
