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Alcohol drowns my sorrows,
smoking numbs my pain
ya i might lose my lungs and my liver
but it s nothing compared to what i feel in my heart
the aching and the breaking
like its dividing into to itty-bitty pieces
i feel like you're killing me
but don't worry, lucky for me its just cancer.
23
She was 23, not in age though
I was 22, of course not in age, so
I found a friend, in her
She found a pun, in front of her

I made a mistake, when I told her love
But she wasn't upset, instead she stayed in my hub
Never I was able to tell her a story
Now I am going to try, without being sorry

Love was, is, and will always be beautiful
She was, is, and will always be truthful
Now I understand, what wasn't understood
And to say is that, I would always like her to be in my hood


|AB|
This prose is dedicated to one of my nicest friends. Bless her a lot. Rhyme scheme for 23 is a a b b.
Before I met you,
My world was black and white.

When we met,
You showed me the in between,
The gray of life.

When we became friends,
You showed me that there is even more.
There are oranges, red, and greens.

Peace, happiness, and life

When I left,
You taught me more,
Although you were gone.

You taught me of
Blues, yellows, and purples.
Darker, colder colors

Sadness, bitterness, and anxiety

You taught me so much
About the colors of this world

— The End —