Im having a hard time trusting the raindrops not to mess up my african hair Yet the sun shines bright I can somehow sense the grey clouds. Im having a hard time letting the wind pass through my lungs Though i need it.. I still fear it is conspiring to kill me with its toxicity.. My nose would hurt, eyes would bleed salt water and my head would grow lead heavy... Thus the wind remains a murder suspect! Im having a hard time allowing the word friend to become a way of living.. Though many of you are living proof that its a good thing I remain terrified of encores i dd not ask for! Im havin a hard time sleepin alone Though i have been since my conception I feel safer nestled in your arms I feel warmer and at peace knowing your heart beats closer to mine. Im having a hard time letting go of the past The present seems a bit rocky But the future screams possibilities- Nd yet i still keep a piece of your old letters under my pillow.. I still hold deep inside the the breath i held when u first kissed me.. I refuse to unfeel the things i used to feel Good and bad.. I think im scared... But i just cant let go... Im having trouble writing poems A way of expression i once lived by ... Its growing colder nd colder each day Sometimes i think its dead But it stirs everytime i look him in the eye... Im having trouble trusting people.. Im having trouble trusting me!
Posted on: Wed, 23 Jul 2014 22:23:03 +0000
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