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She asks me if I believe in angels. I wonder if she can see the disappointment in my eyes when I tell her not lately. Maybe I should’ve lied. I wonder if she can see the disappointment in my eyes when I tell her I don’t know if I’m happy anymore. Maybe I should’ve lied. This always seems to happen. When I tell her I don’t know If I’m happy anymore, I can’t tell her why this always seems to happen. It just happens. I can’t tell her why my fingers stop holding on so tightly, It just happens. Maybe it’s time to let go. My fingers stop holding on so tightly. I wonder if she sees the tears. Maybe it’s time to let go. I hope she forgives me. I wonder if she sees the tears when I tell her not lately. and I hope she forgives me when she asks if I believe in angels.
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Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 5:49 AM UTC
Angels
She asks me if I believe in angels. I wonder if she can see the disappointment in my eyes when I tell her not lately. Maybe I should’ve lied. I wonder if she can see the disappointment in my eyes when I tell her I don’t know if I’m happy anymore. Maybe I should’ve lied. This always seems to happen. When I tell her I don’t know If I’m happy anymore, I can’t tell her why this always seems to happen. It just happens. I can’t tell her why my fingers stop holding on so tightly, It just happens. Maybe it’s time to let go. My fingers stop holding on so tightly. I wonder if she sees the tears. Maybe it’s time to let go. I hope she forgives me. I wonder if she sees the tears when I tell her not lately. and I hope she forgives me when she asks if I believe in angels.
khalif
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Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 5:49 AM UTC
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