You rushed your words,
Almost killing the sense,
This panic between your eyes,
And I wonder again,
Was it something you couldn't say.
Or is it just some dream,
That resists coming true,
Tell me one thing,
Please make it clear,
Are you doing this on purpose,
Testing me if I could hold the sun,
Please Untrue this possibility,
Cause I think I'm meant
For this unsure innocence,
For this Untrue insecurity,
If you could only look at you,
From my lucky eyes,
You'd know this insecurity,
Fails to stop me from falling so deep.
You'd know this innocence,
Keeps dragging me so deep.
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.
