Untitled... (For Now)
I sit alone in this room waiting for you to come home, and love me the way I do you. Finally your home but you can't see me for all the hate that's inside you.
You cuss me and call me bad names. We fight, I cry, I try to hold it inside but all the hurt I have comes pouring out my eyes.
If I did you, the way you do me, would everything be okay? Would everything be all the same? If you could be in my shoes for one day then you get to see all the wrong you've done to me.
All I want is for to hold me near, and whisper the words "I Love You" in my ear. My heart is set on you, even after all you put me through.
So if this comes to an end, Remember, I was your Best Friend, I was your Ride or Die, I was always right by your side.
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Author:
BreAnna (
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- Published: March 25th, 2017 13:11
- Comment from author about the poem: Thank you for reading, hope ya'll enjoy.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 27
Comments1
it seems we just can`t communicate with each other
What?
the meaning of your poem !
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