May 2013
I must determine when I need to let you go,
and when I need to just hold close.
But the voices in my head,
send conflicting messages.
And the words that you speak,
Don't help me in the least.
I won't give up on us,
We hold something precious.
and when I need to just hold close.
But the voices in my head,
send conflicting messages.
And the words that you speak,
Don't help me in the least.
I won't give up on us,
We hold something precious.
I post poems out of order so I seem really emotionally unstable but guys I'm not that crazy I promise I just save some as drafts and go back to them later :p
