I wrote this a few months back while I was dealing with some past unhappy memories. I hope you guys like it. Leave your thoughts below. I do so love to hear from you guys. xx
My dishevelled hair,
just the way you like it, crowd my wet eyes.
I do not want the world to see
and say that you do not care for me.
My voice, so hoarse and deep,
I say it’s due to the early morning, for
I do not want them to know, I again cried myself to sleep.
My fingers shake violently. It’s from
the chilly winter wind, they say and I agree.
because I do not want them to see,
how hard I am trying to bind together our broken memories.