Please don't look at me, with that look in your eyes.
It really isn't fair to me,
And I think you know why.
Just the slightest glance from you, and I melt, I go weak.
You got me askin' if I lost my mind,
Wish I could turn back time.
Regrettin' all that I might've left behind.
Nothing more than broken dreams and whispered rhymes,
To keep me sane, lyin' awake at night.
So dark without you, lost with no light.
It's hard to focus in silence so loud.
Trapped in a dream world with my head in the clouds.
About the Creator
Dee Meinville
"If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more."- Mr. Knightley, Austen's Emma
Struggling med student, tortured soul (what poetess isn't), devoutly Catholic. I write to express what goes unsaid and to stand for the voiceless.
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