You're on the phone with someone who doesn't know
About your soul, and how it can't be held by flesh and bone
And I guess that's fine
I would never want you to stop your life
But when I saw you both, with your shoulders touching
Sitting so close
I knew I'd hold on to this feeling
I'd hold on to anything at all
Was it my fault?
Because I easily confused you
For someone who would hold my hand
When things got hard, when things got dark
So I'll hold on to this feeling
I'll hold on to this hate
For as long as I need it to help 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
