I do not welcome death with open arms, but I want to swim out in to the ocean untill im to tierd to swim back.
An I wonder if I haunt his dreams the way he torments mine.
To hold close for such a breif second, only to have it riped from my finger tips for he cannot love me as I Need.
I want to fall asleep in his arms I just need him to want me.
Why is all my poetry to him, when he couldnt care less but someday when I am gone I hope he reads these an knows.
Knows he still dwells with me in my dreams.
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 10:54 PM UTC
I do not welcome death with open arms, but I want to swim out in to the ocean untill im to tierd to swim back.
An I wonder if I haunt his dreams the way he torments mine.
To hold close for such a breif second, only to have it riped from my finger tips for he cannot love me as I Need.
I want to fall asleep in his arms I just need him to want me.
Why is all my poetry to him, when he couldnt care less but someday when I am gone I hope he reads these an knows.
Knows he still dwells with me in my dreams.
