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Thomas Burge Jul 3
I know you're out there
Waiting for me
I just don't know where
But I'll find you one day
I guarantee
I've wrote so many poems for you to read
Described the art I'm waiting to see
Hoping you wont make my heart bleed
I know you're out there.............

Waiting for me
Thomas Burge Jul 3
You sold me a dream that I never wanted to end
But everything you sold was just pretend
Atoms ripped in two
And the truth bleeds through
Tears fell down like rain from the sky
When I uncovered the weapon you sold was a lie
Too arrogant to see past your cosmic gaze
That this dream was just a nightmarish maze
Now I'm sat here alone waiting for those atoms to realign
And turning that dream into mine
Thomas Burge Jul 3
Part of me died trying to love you
And now I'm sat here feeling blue
Lost to time I wasted holding onto that feeling
Praying for my self to come back
Please cut me some slack
I keep feeling the same heart attack
Guess its just my way of healing
Blood running out my veins
A shell of my body remains
You left me tied to these chains
This love for you I keep concealing
Hoping how I feel is just a lie
Soundless screams that I cannot cry
Feeling like I'm about to die
Why was your pain so appealing?
Thomas Burge Jul 3
I'm about to go to bed
Maybe I'll dream of you
Writing about you is new
Now thats all said
Please message me back
Please cut me some slack
I want to know you more
Your messages I cant ignore
Thomas Burge Jul 2
As I look at your grave, I start to cry
All I can ask is why
Why were you taken?
Did it have to be you?
And if I'm not mistaken
You were only 52
Taken to young, why God why?
Why did you let my grandfather die?
You took a good man away from our family
Is this the way it has to be?
Can I not see him for even just a day?
I don't think you're listening every time I pray
Maybe I'm foolish maybe it's all just lies
I'm starting to think you're the devil in disguise
Thomas Burge Jul 1
I keep drinking every night
I need a drink just to write
The words of a drunk man
To the same bottle he ran
Sip after sip he would write some more
Sip after sip the words did pore
Reading these words the truth I know it
I am the alcoholic poet
Thomas Burge Jul 1
I want to write for you
But you're not here
I don't know what to do
Can't see things clear
Please give me a sign
Bring back my light
I want to make you mine
You're the reason I write
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