Cause I don't even
know why
I can't say
what I wanna say
what I wanna say
Always seemed
to feel so small
Guess that was
just a part of me
It was a part of me
Never had the chance
to talk
To say what was
on my mind
What was on my mind
And now I feel just
so lost
I think I'm running
out of time
Running out of time
Trying to piece it all
together
only makes me fall
apart
Fall apart
Maybe it's for the best
if I leave
before I end up
with a broken heart
YOU ARE READING
ⓝⓞⓝ-ⓔⓧⓘⓢⓣⓔⓝⓣ ⓛⓞⓥⓔ (ᴬ ᴾᴼᴱᵀᴿᵞ ᴮᴼᴼᴷ)
PoetryI lose myself in my words and I lose myself. You'll find pieces of my thoughts here, like shattered crystal. Poems are stories from the heart I suppose but these are hardly poems. They are more things I never said.
