Poems

Meaningless / Poetry

 A poem for you on Sunday because I’ve been neglecting Creative Fridays.


Running around in circles used to be fun,

Making entertainment out of dull conversation.

Don’t start your bleeding until I’m gone,

Fill up on lies before I return.

Lower your expectation and hide your bleeding,

I won’t soak up your tears with kind feelings.

I used to like running around and around,

Anything to avoid hearing the sound.

Like a predator always on the hunt,

Searching for anything that could distract.

Don’t lower your guard, don’t show the bleeding,

I won’t stick around to explain the feeling.


Sarah xx

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