Take me to neverland
where fantasies unfold
Just hold me close
my heart and hands are turning cold
standing here
alone.
The only one I thought to see
not what I seem
but rather, me.
Your sticky words
feel way too sweet
how much it hurts
just words,
no deeds.
Take me to neverland
where fantasies unfold
where laughters and hearts are real,
not cold.
And you hold
my heart and hand
so softly
not to break
instead.
YOU ARE READING
Bittersweet Treasures
PoetryThoughts. Ink stains covering white pages like lace hidden underneath neat clothes.
