i'm sorry i can't be perfect
lonely hearts are wandering
they're just taking a stroll
my treasure is my heart
and now it's gone for good
no one want's you to leave
but they're lost on how to help
the ones who left are now forgotten
the ones who stayed lull themselves to sleep with a song
holding onto the nearest hands
sung to sleep and held to peace
burning through my happy reserves
to try my hardest or just give up- thats the question
so many have faded
forgotten names in the numbers
lights have gone out and their smiles have been abandoned
all that is left is to hold on tight, and never let go
This poem is about:
Me