I’m closing the windowI’m closing the doorI lay in my bedand I’m feeling so soreI’m feeling so sadI’m feeling so blandscratching my nailsin the palm of my handfeeling such anguishthat I cannot bareand my palms nearly bleedyet I’m so unawarelike I try to ignoreall the pain that I feeltrying to livein a world so surrealbut this is too realI can't be so blindcuz there's tears on my pillowand tears in my mindas I’m crying myself to sleepI turn off the lampand I’m drifting to sleepon my pillow so dampShe told me to waitI'd find out in timeWhat secrets she heldAnd stories sublimeI'd waited to hearWhat thoughts filled her headWhat truth she had toldWhat lies she had saidA curious mindDescribes me so wellYou'd have to expectI'd want her to tellI'd pry through her thoughtsKnowing that I can't findAnything thereIn her jumbled up mindBut now I am gladI waited so longMy patience endured
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