The problem with long poems
The problem with these kinds...
Eyes wide open and staring back at me
Light hits the blue until it's all that I can see...
I'll watch over you.
I'll stay quiet...
They strike you like a knife,
When you're not looking...
She planned a surprise for me
But I wasn't able to come...
Your eyes look so trusting.
But right under the surface, theres hate...
My tears have long since dried.
From all the times I've cried...
Awhile ago I thought you were true
I called you a friend but who would have knew...
I can reach out my hand its your job to grab it
hold it, never let go of it...
I never though that he could be so mean to me...
He was the only person that i could ever talk to...
Guess I should tell you
Because I've got nothing left to say...
I'm on the wrong side
Of this lonely one-way glass...