they don't understand
how lonely i really feel,
i want to hold your hand —
i want something real
they don't really know
how much it hurts me,
it's like giving a show —
it's like not being free
they don't know a thing
about who i am at all,
it's like waiting for spring —
it's like always living in fall.
YOU ARE READING
dandelion in a storm
Poetrya collection of poems by me to read whenever you feel happy, sad, cozy, or just in the right mood. 🕊 - find me on instagram: @elizabethbagirov cover by: @flowsofly
