Be Alright
Stress
Thoughts
Emptiness
What's wrong?
What's wrong?
I do not kow.
Anger at words unsoken,
No winning
No winning.
I can't hold on.
I need you here,
Though it's forbidden,
But we would commit no sin.
Just your presence to plead with my soul--
It's alright
It's alright
Be alright
This poem is about:
Me