And why does my words look prettier together in a piece of paper than my mouth?
Is it because of you?
Why are you my poetry? The poetry I cannot say to anybody.
Is it because of you?
And why am I longing for love?
Is it because I want you to give the love I crave?
And Why do I feel pain when I was once numb, everytime I see you with her?
Is it because of you?
And why do I have a trail of thoughts in my head? Why do I keep replaying the memories?
Oh, right. I'm afraid but It is because of you.
YOU ARE READING
douleur
Poetry❝Her heart turned grey as they walked out and didn't stay. Now here's the words she wrote on a paper- the words she couldn't say.❞ Written by ellethetic 2017 © ellethetic
