You were my safety my home
And you didn't even know
Many nights do I dream
of something never to be
In waking the world I roam
Like a softly crumbling stone
Alone I wander my steps weary
Nightly my thoughts of tomorrow fearing
Daily I wish I could have been bold
Everything about you warms my very soul
It hurts knowing you never got to see
What everything you did meant to me
When we're together I'll still act cold
So that you and all other will never know
That inside my heart and mind screams
To say something and to be free
About the Creator
Chris Santiago
I've always found a bit peace and release in putting word to written medium. I'm by no means an accomplished wordsmith but I find enjoyment in it. My love for writing started from world building that being a dungeon master provided.
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