Bob - Hello Poetry

Bob Jun 2014

In the place where we first locked hands,
I will leave a note.
A note that describes the feelings I felt when our palms met,
a surge of energy and a glimpse into the future,
our relationship strong and our love, lossless.

In the place where we first kissed,
you will find a rope.
A rope that holds my neck fifty feet above the highway,
off a bridge, as I fade into death,
our relationship strong but your love, lost.
For while my love remains strong, I shall end.
Because it was on your love that I depend.
I once was alive here,
now I shall take this memory to death.

Bob May 2014

Annoyed

Why is it you can be angry,
And I not?
You be annoyed and I should change a lot,
I be annoyed and may just be forgot.

Bob Apr 2014

Primavera

I can't sleep.
Are you awake?
No? Ok.

Another journey I embark on,
another journey into the wall.
Another night of restlessness,
another night to fall.

My gums are distressed,
my nail beds repressed,
my mind alert to my senses.
I need some sleep.

Every error made and every wrong path questioned,
my puzzled mind beats the brain,
If only I had refrained,
refrained from this and
refrained from that.

I cry at my stupidity and how I must have made you feel,
I just want to hold you in my arms,
you're asleep.

I wish you weren't asleep, I wish you would wake up.

— The End —