I Write Poetry
I hate that I have to tiptoe
on eggshells
around the house
that seemed to break
as soon as I tell you how I feel
Im tired of swallowing
my viewpoints and my emotions
just to deal with yours
I'm lonely.
& apparently
There's a stranger in my home.
on eggshells
around the house
that seemed to break
as soon as I tell you how I feel
Im tired of swallowing
my viewpoints and my emotions
just to deal with yours
I'm lonely.
& apparently
There's a stranger in my home.