"timeyou" poems
I write some things,
and it seems so worthless
I say something,
and it feels so wordless
Maybe that's the purpose
Memories formless,
deep thought verses
Thinking comes to surface
Rhyming to plead something
Writing but I
say nothing I have
not forgot You're all I got
Just trying to all stop
make the doubts
So be fore you
go --
don't walk away
Eventually I will have
l ines to
offer y o u But you
must stay -- be here for
what I ' m
go ing thr
oughSta_y. by my
s I. de &
give* Me ~ timeYou
mustKn ow that
my brain
may be _ sick . . . but I'll
be okay .
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 12:00 PM UTC