I'm searching for home. Dartmouth where have you gone? I no longer can feel the subtle touch of her fingertips gliding up and down my arms. Never again will I feel her warmth down my neck as she slowly breathes in a deep sleep. I envy him who took her away. Who didn't keep her.
What's so "good" about this Friday? I woke up on the wrong side of my bed. My hair curled up and draped over my shoulders. The sun failed to do it's daily routine and say hello. The rain under my feet. Yeah, "good" Friday.
We one day strive to be together. We type and we Skype with promises of Forever. I sang you a song and you laughed in my face. Said you lied when you promised me Always...
Who's to say what's a trending poem? No critic. No person. If it fits you then wear it. Type it. Become it. This pen that bleeds. Let that be what courses through your veins. This paper which you can read. Let that be your story.