Poezja

I can't hear your tortured thoughts, or see what you've been through...
But I can feel your pain from here, through miles of missing you,
I'm sorry if I made you think, somehow I didn't care...
I never meant to bring to you, feelings of despair,
I care so much from my heart, it swells the fear in me...
I'll ask myself "What am I doing?" I clearly cannot see,
I have no right to put on you, what I think I need...
No matter how much pain I feel, no matter what I bleed,
A world away what do I have, that could ever make you see...
All I have to offer you, is all I have of me,