I try so hard
To reach your heart
But every step I take
Is tearing me apart.
Tell me what to do
Tell me how to love you
Tell me what to say
Unless you wish me away.
I used to never know
How a bullet made a hole
But now I do, all too well
With this burning chest, I'm in hell.
Long ago, way back home
I stole a look, that you took
Today I'm trapped, between a choice
Metaphorically slapped, by your voice.
I'm condemned to a life of a "stalker"
Even though I only wish for what I'm after.
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Pocket Book
PoetryA new set of poems. Some are regular poems and others a lyricals. Please leave any suggestions/feedback! Everything is appreciated!!!
