I call this the final recipe…
I am a con artist
Different personalities to disguise my colors.
Never to be considered,
as someone who's just average.
Never thought I'll go back,
to being so kind hearted.
Late night and I am having these thoughts..
Wanting to go numb, to escape from them all.
I made a promise...
But I think I'll return to my old habits.
How can I explain?
How should I restrain?
The way I am feeling.. I might just go insane.
Should I let him know or should I keep it on the down low.
I don't know but I hope he understands though.
I just want to be alone just a little more…
I just want to feel numb in my own world.
Just know your love is irreplaceable..
Don't think you're the reason that I am feeling cold..
I just hope he understands where I am coming from...
That I need to ease my mind for the last time.
- Natalia GM
- Author: Nat Muñoz ( Offline)
- Published: May 28th, 2019 03:32
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 39
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