you don't see it?
maybe it's something you feel
yet you keep it quiet
do you know what it is?
where it came from?
how it got here?
do you see it: my love burning for you?
i know you don't feel it
because i keep it quiet
i blind it out of your soft eyes
i have it right in front of you
yet you miss it because i'm terrified to confess
it.
YOU ARE READING
Pained
PoetryBook #3 in the Drained series Love with a darkness within. (Rants included, along with my old collections from journals I've written in the past)
