Lost...and dying to be with you

poem

read me like a book,

 

just like the others,

weird, different

only makes sense

when I'm writing...like a book

 

how hard is it

to love you

when others hate it

and it puts them in bad mood

 

you know I do

and you joy of it

am I your fallback?...

Or am I your toy?

 

I can't erase

this past with you

and yet I can trace

what's likely to happen...

 

I hate it, but I can't hate you

because your the one I want to be with

and I hope you feel it too

but that's probably my imagination...

 

is this real, can I try?

is this truth, is this a lie?

why can't you leave my head?

why can't I sleep  beacuse I'm thinking of you instead?

 

but sadly...nobody wants to see us

you probably don't want to see "Us"

your eyes are set on other young birds

funny how that works, because you read me out loud

 

like a book...

 

 

Author's Note

ignore grammer problems