Standing in a crowd I held your hand
Amidst the crowd I yelled my secret
I told everyone what was wrong with me
I told them everything that flowed into my head
I told them the thoughts that we're consuming my life
I told them all
I told them
But when I looked down
You we're no longer holding my hand
And you faded into the crowd
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Author:
A Silver Sky (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 2nd, 2018 02:40
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
I love this
This is precisely the reason I write poetry. Because paper can handle my darkest truths and keep it secret.
Wow.
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