I’M GOING TO MISS YOU…

I’M GOING TO MISS YOU…

…an original poem by anthony cerreta

 

If this pen could talk I’m sure it would say, absolutely nothing.

I ALWAYS TRY, I ALWAY TRY, I ALWAYS TRIP.

Sometimes too hard.

Of course it’s hard, really hard. It’s never fun until you scar.

I hate it when you watched though.

It was never to win [really] but with you I’ll confide, that everything I think within are all these thoughts I’m trying to hide. Not till when I dig down deep inside, that I see the demise of all my lies. [self thought tries of lies to hide]

I realize I showed you everything,

yea but don’t think too hard my dear, it’s just some trickery whispered in your ear. For it’s when I’m holding you so close, that I can see everything so CLEAR…

With You I could never Lose.