Watching you, from afar
Trying to reach out to you.
My bloody hands come forward
But you seem some far away
I run after you
You just run away
Into the darkness I fall
Being consumed, by what’s around me
I scream out in total fear
I wallow up in my own self pity,
Because you are just out of my reach,
Because, you’ll never be mine.
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- Breezer
- I am a weird and wacko person and if you're anything but normal we'll get along great
3 comments:
Pretty harsh, Breezy.
i really dont understand the whole concept of poems butt this one really speaks to me butt i cant tell what its saying.
I know exactly what its saying, beautiful poem Breezy, we all have things that are out of reach, it sucks.
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