Can you see my efforts?
I guess you can't
I was there in your darkest hours
But you didn't see me
My presence?
All over that place
I tried to decipher
Yet you don't want me to
I tried to pick you up
Yet you rejected my hand
I try everything to make you smile
Yet you keep on thinking negative things
When will this ever end? When? Answer me
I guess, it's all you,
You've been faking it all along
A mist traveling on it's own.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 9:35 AM UTC
Can you see my efforts?
I guess you can't
I was there in your darkest hours
But you didn't see me
My presence?
All over that place
I tried to decipher
Yet you don't want me to
I tried to pick you up
Yet you rejected my hand
I try everything to make you smile
Yet you keep on thinking negative things
When will this ever end? When? Answer me
I guess, it's all you,
You've been faking it all along
A mist traveling on it's own.
So I started to write what I feel right now. Sorry for not putting some rhymes, it's unorthodox kind of poetry.
I walked in a path full of knives and thorns just to make it through you, yet you don't want me to enter.
3/26/15
