An empty breeze
Greets me on my way out of the door,
A cold morning,
The sun seems tired,
Blue light evades
The cracks in the pavement,
And I am passing time,
Ignoring the elephant in the room,
I am writing
Something that I do not care for.
The point is, I love you,
And nothing will make you listen,
Nothing will make you love me the same, so
I write about sunlight
And I write about exhaustion,
Because there is nothing that I can do.
This is another morning,
And more will come,
And I will let them,
Because there is nothing I can do.
When I wake up tomorrow,
I will be greeted with silence,
From the time of day, from the house, from you,
And I will get out of bed content
Because I am used to it being this way.
The point is, I love you
And I am waiting for something
That will never walk my way.
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carry:
1/10 Poem lessened by you being a catfish :D
XxStellaxX:
@carry wrote:
1/10 Poem lessened by you being a catfish :D
Wym bro
XxStellaxX:
Me being a cf? Okay ask anybody on here.
I ain't a cf.
carry:
@xxstellaxx wrote:
Me being a cf? Okay ask anybody on here.
I ain't a cf.
youre a level 1 no one knows you lmao
XxStellaxX:
@carry wrote:
@xxstellaxx wrote:
Me being a cf? Okay ask anybody on here.
I ain't a cf.