What do I say when you cry in remorse, plea for more time, search for lost hope?
What do I give when you're buried in guilt, starving for more, wondering, 'why?'?
What do I feel when the curve is too tight, the glass too full, my eyes too dry?
I can not dry tears that belong to a stranger.
I can not sew wounds when I've wounds to heal, also.
I can not show promise when all that's wanted is words.
Who will lose sleep when I've bloodied up corridors?
Who will write frivolously when my world falls in shambles?
Who will mourn silently when my presence is lost?
My heart drawn on glass, revealed by the rain.
The sun will come out; I'll see you on cloudier days.
Are you doing okay? Your poetry is beautiful and great as always, but you seem so sad :(
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No. It's not sad. It was about my ("anonymous") friend and how he/she always takes from me (emotionally) and NEVER gives back. ever. I was merely expressing my frustration.
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