my cliche...so true
by LateNiteFantasy©
I want you to see me cry,
to know me like that,
see the typed out life i'm leading;
to read me like the book i am.
Am i a poem,
a short story,
a novel perchance?
Did you get me,
did i make you wanna turn my page,
to read on,
to know what happens next?
Did i make you cry?
I doubt it,
i'm sure you didn't laugh,
didn't smile.
I'd bet you set it down,
confused.
This man...this poet.
You never even knew me.
Questions...
How will the story end?