Forevermore - Poem by Audrey O'shea
A million thoughts, crowd in mind, always wondering, if I’m letting
Myself be blind.
Confusing reality with a made up illusion,
Racking my brain for a sensible conclusion.
But I just don’t know, if you won’t speak, how
Will we grow? If you truly care, how
Come its excuses you show?
Why is it so hard to be happy? We’ve shared
A lot of things, and just looking into
Your eyes just makes my soul sing.
But when you’re down, I’m down too,
When you say hurtful things because you’re
Unsure of you.
But I’ like to think I know you better, your
All that and more, my skies will become wetter, if
You leave forevermore.
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