Another kind of raw poem, but then again I think all of them are. All from the same place. My heart.
I'm in love with you, But something pulls me back. An invisible tether, Has been cut. Then a glimmer of hope, The silver lining, Comes around once again, The tether still holds by a thread. Is it the distance? Is it the fear? Is it me being selfish? To you, or to myself? All I know, That tether is there, But whether you care, This I don't know. I want to say it, I really do, But if and...Read On