"txet" poems
You replied
She meant something
You smiled
She meant something
You asked
She meant something
To you
She meant something
And that's why she's smiling
She means something
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 6:08 PM UTC
Some nights, I just can't stand to be alone.
But every night, I am.
And it hurts like hell.
Not knowing who I can txet...or call.
Feeling like I bother everyone I talk to,
when in reality I'm just reaching out for help.
Believe me when I say, reaching out for help, isn't an easy thing to do.
I need you.
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 12:15 AM UTC