Was it my fault?
Was it my fault you couldn't say those things?
Those amazing things about them,
that you wished they could hear,
and you could say?
Maybe I'm just overthinking again.
YOU ARE READING
maerdyad
PoetryI don't know, I just need to write stuff right now. When you thought you found the one, after all this time, after all the poeple that left, and it turns out, she loves someone else. For when the rain comes, and the hail, and all hell is unleashed, ...
Thinker
Was it my fault?
Was it my fault you couldn't say those things?
Those amazing things about them,
that you wished they could hear,
and you could say?
Maybe I'm just overthinking again.
