Apr 2017
The ghost you left
a simple suggestion
of memory
And here I am
on my knees
left in pieces
Pictures scattered
Scrawled thoughts
on torn papers
and they beg to burn
but yet
I sit here still and yearn
Come back to me
a simple suggestion
of memory
And here I am
on my knees
left in pieces
Pictures scattered
Scrawled thoughts
on torn papers
and they beg to burn
but yet
I sit here still and yearn
Come back to me
I have no idea what I'm doing writing these. I'm kinda new to poetry overall so if you have any tips or advice, I'd greatly appreciate it!
