Scribes and scribbles,
Written and tossed,
Don’t know what to feel in my heart.
Before the storm, I knew what to feel—
How to love, and where to go.
Unpoetic.
I don’t know where to call home.
Nowhere is safe, there’s no peace in my mind.
I don’t know where to confide.
Unpoetic.
Without you there by my side,
Feels like I’m with the supernatural each time.
Why don’t you come out from hiding, just this one time?
Why do you have to make me feel
Unpoetic.
I just wanted you to make me feel adored,
But you ignore me—
And so, I am left,
Unpoetic.
