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Aug 2016 · 261
The day of dismay
Today, the day of dismay
Where self was disobeyed
Authoritative stares causing a scare
Yet bravery persists within the lovely mist
Nothing is missed, today and all day
Every second and minute praying for a replay
The One and only, she filled me with glee really.
I was just being who I am, simple and playful.
She accepted me, but suddenly changed.
No idea why the girl I loved had rearranged.
She acted out with words of anger and hate.
Did she ever really love back? That is up for debate.
somewhere before noon

— The End —