What you don't know kills me,
And it's far too late to say.
My feelings are a stupid thing,
They've always been that way.
Holding back tears is always hard,
Especially in front of you.
Looking into your eyes I see stars,
But with you, I always do.
Today I had to say goodbye,
I've never been good at it.
No matter how hard I try,
I'll always cry a bit.
I shouldn't miss you as much as I do,
Even though my departure is nigh.
But if our friendship is good and true,
I needn't worry-why should I?
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 10:54 PM UTC
What you don't know kills me,
And it's far too late to say.
My feelings are a stupid thing,
They've always been that way.
Holding back tears is always hard,
Especially in front of you.
Looking into your eyes I see stars,
But with you, I always do.
Today I had to say goodbye,
I've never been good at it.
No matter how hard I try,
I'll always cry a bit.
I shouldn't miss you as much as I do,
Even though my departure is nigh.
But if our friendship is good and true,
I needn't worry-why should I?
I know it's bad, but all my poems will be bad until I get used to writing again.
