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Sad donkey Feb 2015
A new day and still without you
It seems there is nothing left to do
another day of being ******
As I miss our last kiss
And wait for you to wake from the coma
I sit and smell an odd aroma
Your hospital bed is empty
And the blood on the floor tells me plenty
Sad donkey Jan 2015
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Don't hide that frown

The red lines we drew on paper as kids
Now cover your wrists

Put a facade up that makes you feel good
But we all know you could if you would

Kick the bucket
Pop the pill
How long till you say
**** it
And sign your last bill
Sad donkey Jan 2015
Red for the blood that streams through your veins

Black for my heart that can't love again

Blue is the colour that I feel for you

A rich orange foundation cakes your face

You smile at me and fake your grace

Your eyes start wars
Your inhumane claws

Aloof to the situation
It seems like your on mensturation
Sad donkey Jan 2015
I made a mistake that is true
There seems there is nothing left for me to do
Like you said
When your with me you wish you were dead
It breaks my heart to know
That I caused all this sorrow
I love too much
But
Would you ever feel such?
Sad donkey Jan 2015
Why would I go for a guy
That makes me cry more than smile

Why would I put myself through all this
Just for one kiss

Why would I go head over heels for you
When you don't feel this way too

But why do I
Waste my time
Listening to lies
Just in the hope
That you might look at me once again
The same way you look at her
Sad donkey Jan 2015
Have you ever been hit by a car
Or a bullet through your heart
I can assure you
Both will leave a big scar

You wouldn't wish this pain upon someone
You would be to scared to wish them gone

But nore would inflict such a strong pain
Would you?
Because here I am writing a poem again
One about hurt, loss, lust and emotions

This feeling never dies
Along with all your lies.
Sad donkey Jan 2015
You come into my life after years of absence,
Do you think I'm beginning to lack sense,
It kills me to see that you think
I don't remember you after every drink.
Your abuse to substance
And by one glance
I could see
That you would never be there for me
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