These thoughts they do swirl round me
please tell me that I’m wrong,
Cause at the moment I feel broken
these thoughts are hitting and I’m not strong,
At the moment it isn’t even
that I feel nieve,
Or that the truth of the matter I
just don’t perceive,
A simple toy a plaything
till something better you find,
And I am cast
so far from your mind,
These thoughts are hitting hard
the doubt flowing with ease,
The doubt it caresses uses fingers
such a tease,
And I am under
doubts spell,
Falling apart
going to hell,
Not good enough
just don’t feel I can ever be,
Is it your bored and I’m easy
wonder what you see in me,
Doubt it is a killer
and it’s sown it’s seeds,
My fingers are raw and bloodied
from picking all these weeds….
.x.
….The hardest thing, is that even with doubt, it doesn’t change, I love you so much….
….I don’t need to shoot for the stars….
….all I want is the moon….
.x.
An empty space.... 