Читать книгу Collections, Resurrections, and Treasures of the Soul - Whitney Royale - Страница 8

I’m trying not to think of you

I’m trying not to care

I’ll try doing what you do..

Neglect these feelings, bare.

Forgetting all about this,

What we made of each other

How you’ve become so thoughtless

While I struggle to stay together.

I’m hoping you’ll come back

But I certainly won’t expect it,

We kind of got off track

We delete, keep, not reject it.

Your silence keeps me pinned,

While I wait on your next move.

This heartache feels like sin,

Stuck beating its own groove.

How dare you push me out of mind

While I remain out of sight.

This candid love is way too blind

Don’t bother with all the lights.

Quarantine state of mind

It’s the hardest thing to do.

Not just isolation, the effort to not think of you.

I’ve accepted all these feelings,

I still want you around.

And I know your heart’s still healing,

But I won’t let you down.

I can’t let you go, my soul won’t let me.

I’ve lost all control, please come and get me!