Days are dead

shadowbones

I wish you knew me

Like I do

You think you love me

Didn't think you

Had something to lose

Somewhere to be

More important than me

 

I wish you hated me

Like I do

You know you love me

So much to know

So much about me

You could not go

 

Sad feelings forced to shame

Everyday I take the blame

There is so much feeling

Till the day is through 

I take part in myself

So misconstrued

 

 

  • Author: bones (Pseudonym) (Online Online)
  • Published: March 31st, 2025 16:32
  • Category: Unclassified
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