What Are We?
It’s too late to compromise,
It’s too late to make amends,
How can you look me in the eyes,
And expect me to pretend?
I don’t know where this is going,
And I’m losing who I am,
I’m so sick of not knowing,
Do you only see me as a friend?
Copyright © Joseph Trabucco | Year Posted 2008
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment