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Jun 2018
Darling you look like hell,
These broken bones prove you were lying when you said words would never hurt you
And it’s times like these I string my rhymes together so that they can form the realizations I can never come to on my own
I’m trapped inside those big brown eyes
And it’s only in my mind where we were fine
Like the words we spoke were clouds we flew too instead of graves we dug for this relationship
And it seems as though we were in the wrong place at the wrong time
Our minds were unfit for a love as grand and hopeless as ours
And so I’ll ask orion if we can have a spot next to him in the stars
Because after all we fall so we can get back up and try again
But we’ve run out of do-overs
My tank is on empty and lately I’ve been filling it with whiskey and too many cigarettes,
Like somehow I can burn my way through this frozen skin and live again.
Maybe I’ll find life through another,
Hollowly sleeping around as if somehow I might find where it all went wrong
Like this is just some big misunderstanding
You never said those things and neither did I
We never meant any of it and we can fly again
Take a page from icaruses book and live like tonight is our last
Even though I know We’ll be here again waking up wondering what we’ve done
William Thomas Lodge III
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William Thomas Lodge III  Philadelphia
(Philadelphia)   
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   Madisen Kuhn and Jason James
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