There you are,
Sitting next to me.
Should I talk to you?
Im not sure....
I helped you when we first met,
Were great friends....
So should I?
Should I even though you hurt me?
Even though you talked behind my back,
And still act like nothing has happened?
I helped you rise up,
But yet your helping my heart get pushed down and broken.
You look at me,
But I look away....
I can't look at you,
But should I talk to you?
Should I be honest with you,
Or be nice to you with lies?
Should I hug you and crawl to you like you want?
Or should I be honest and leave.
You think I'll crawl to you,
But I actually won't.
Should I yell at you with my eyes full of tears,
And tell you what I've been wanting to say?
I don't know,
But I know I will have to stand up someday,
And tell you what I think.
But for some reason,
I'm waiting...
I sit on the edge of our table,
And look away......
I'll wait when the time comes,
But just so you know,
Once I leave you,
Don't think I'll come back.
YOU ARE READING
The words I keep inside
PoetryFeelings from Me, You, Her, Him, we... Feelings that we feel, and are not seen... When our sun is covered, and we wish to die.... Something shines from another light... We look to the sky, and have little hope.... Then our sun shines again, with mor...
