Literature
Sorry
Some days I feel as if you are invisable,
I'm the only one that can see you.
Maybe, its because of things that have been done,
Said,
Realized.
I lay in bed thinking of all the things that you've said to me.
How you've tried so hard to make me happy,
But you never knew the only thing to truely make me pleased is for you to love me.
All I wanted,
Needed
Was the soft touch of your lips,
Quiet whispers in my ear,
Warm touchs of your body against mine.
Now that you're gone I'm wishing you knew.
You tried so hard to please the unpleaseable,
And now you say you don't care.
I sit on the front steps waiting for an answer to come to min