You never knew the real me.
You never took the time.
It seems all your energy
went into telling me
that falling in love is a crime.
xxx
I feel love inside,
but never allowed to express that.
Maybe falling in love
is a myth
which is why I became a doormat.
xxx
You never knew the real me.
How much i can hold you,
how I hold my passions
close to my heart,
all the things I long to do.
xxx
My little traits that make me, me…
The way I love lazy mornings in bed,
Watching Netflix,
the way I write poems,
to get thoughts out of my head.
xxx
How I love the forest,
breathing in the scent of trees.
How I can sit for hours in the sun,
thinking and taking it all in,
how I love flowers filled with bees.
xxx
How I need support when times get dark.
I need a hand held and told
that everything will be alright.
To have no fear
not be scared that you will go cold.
xxx
Learn about me,
I’m actually really nice.
I give with my heart,
my feelings show easily,
but maybe, I need to think twice.

Leave a comment