Nothing Until They Do
I wrote this years and years ago.. found on Facebook memory. just saving it here.
I wanna know things that I shouldn’t
I’ve grown quiet and misunderstood
Day by day brings me less and less will
Yet More to terms with how i feel
Help me if you could
Yet I know better than to speak
I know i cannot find what I seek
This isnt like me
This is why i fear what I cannot see
But feel all over my body
And latley it has stolen my peace
I want it to rain harder and then plead for it to cease
My mind is either clear or in a haze
I stay gaurded
I know enough to keep it hid
A sort of protective what’s best phase
Yes I’m silent
in my mind living with a memory not yet made
Like The torment you either Desire or wish to fade
And you have no idea which
Of course I know what would be best
But when have I ever done the right thing
Concerning matters such as this
And some how i must ignore
Even if what it is is true
My eyes saying nothing
Nothing... until they do..
—CRS
6 yrs ago to be exact. It's short. heh. On the memory it says I finally started writing again...but I cannot remember what prompted this. it's easy to assume but that would be wrong.
