I can always pick up books in search of what I need
But, that doesn't help me any, if you're impossible to read
So if you love me, come clean
These monsters in my closet
Are watching over me
The days are getting shorter
And at night it's hard to sleep
The combination of all of this
Is the death of everything
So if you love me, hurry
Because I don't think that wasting a second of this time
Would benefit the outcome of the life I had in mind
I'll refer to you as my special love
The one that set me free
So if you love me, if you love me come clean
Waiting around until things grow old
I'm feeling lost in towns that were my home
And if everything was easier before
Then we'd go back to who we were
So I'm picking up books in search of what I need
From religion, to fiction
And all I can imagine
Is being brushed against the cheek
So if you love me, if you love me hurry
So if you love me, just tell me
YOU ARE READING
Poems by ME
PoetryA bunch of Poems that I wrote. I hope you like them NOTE-goes through a lot of edits EXTRA NOTE-I probably have made a spelling/grammatical mistake so please don't be afraid to tell me
