Sitting, watching, looking,
Waiting for the bell of Doom.
Leaning, stretching, ducking,
Searching for your Light to guide me.
You don't see me at first,
So I just continue.
Making myself Darker,
Writing my feelings Down.
The pen, scraping, scratching against the paper,
Confused about Emotions.
Pain.
Not knowing how long it would be until I would be in your arms again.
The song, playing, on Repeat,
Delilah being Worshiped.
My handwriting back neat,
My hand calm and silk.
The bell rings,
As a look of panic, worry, confusion, sadness Floods over my face.
Your face, innocent guilt covers it,
Unwanting to leave but having to.
Heads lowered,
Playing with fingertips,
Unknowingful tears looking me in my eyes.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Poems... ugh
PoesíaSo here is a 'book' of really cheap poems I have written. Most are just about my feelings and not gonna lie, but I'll be surprised if anyone actually understands what any of these things are about! I would love to hear your views on the poems and yo...
