Written as a song
on my broken guitar strings
Tribute to him - who was
My best
My worst
My hell
and yet My haven
I confessed that
I haven't told you yet
How much you mean to me
Your eyes are in my head -
I
didn't know what to say.
I'm all
dead
inside
Can't you feel?
I'm calling you near
I'm all
broken
to pieces
I wish you're here
But
you never will
All those talks we shared
All night
I bet,
You'll never
get
what they truly mean:
My biggest fears
Your hopes and dreams
Those secrets.
And I
really thought
"I got to be myself now,
Finally!" So
Can't you hear?
I'm calling you near
I'm calling you near,
I'm calling you near -
I'm calling you near...
So
Please
Be here
.
.
.
YOU ARE READING
Affliction
Poetry{highest #1 in Poetry #1 in Poem 21/08/2019} A collection of poetry drabbles by a crazy mind trying to find its way in this crazy, broken world *images used are not mine *I may make allusions to other poetries, books, plays, or songs *CAUTION: may...
