I'm sick of crying,
Sick of being tired.
I smile right to your face.
I'm sorry I lied.
I'm trying to make my life better.
I may seem fine,
But inside I'm dying.
I tried to tell you.
But I pushed you away.
I tried to let you know.
I looked the other way.
But not before you saw those tears.
Those tears streaming down my face.
I'm sorry I didn't talk to you.
Sorry I walked away.
I'll try to be better for you.
Not stare at you.
You have me enthralled,
With everything you say.
The flowers in my hair,
Well, you put them there.
They're dying now,
They're wilting away.
Just like the promise I made to stay.
"I'll come back," I promise,
"I'll come back one day."
And on that day,
I'll run back into your arms.
You'll hold me tight
Tell me everything's gonna be alright.
But I still sometimes cry at night.
Wishing it would be as you said,
When it was alright.
Wow.. beautifully said and deep.
ReplyDeleteThanks Nicole!
DeleteI am your newest follower. Wow, what a poem. So beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Amy, and thanks again! x
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