Why? Why would you leave me in a dead silence? A place where my every demon lies. A place with too much room for speculation. A place where the knife burrows itself ever so close to my heart. A place where injustices swirl. A place with no hope to love that girl I check for a response, to find none. She reads and then leaves. It takes two to have a conversation. It takes two to be in a relationship. But, hell I guess I'm not the right one.
Hi guys, writing poems always makes the heat of the moment less intense.