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Emily Apr 2023
My bones are aching with sadness
It feels impossible to leave my bed

My eyes are swollen shut
From all the tears I have shed.
I keep replaying our memories,
Over and over in my head.

My hands can no longer write,
From all the paragraphs of me begging you.
My heart has sunk too deep,
Due to what you put me through.

I wonder if you feel this type of agony.
At times I wished you did
So that you could understand me.
But deep down I know it is not true,
For you have already replaced me
With somebody new....
Canned oats.
Emily Apr 2020
Your face melts in the fog
A colorless scene
Our white shadows speaking to us as if we are alone
The tree master has no where to be
Mid day sitting by it self
A branch wanting to be more
Left by the leaf that would never return
Ahhhhhh
Why must all company leave
Mother nature is no comforter
She is no mother
A punished daughter weeps in the garden
Why must you be so cruel

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