Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2015
You have my soul,
     You own my heart,
There’s not much left of either, only crumbs
     Like a cookie half eaten by a child,
Scolded,
     You don’t want any of it,

      Poison
I know courses through my veins
     But we can’t change it,
We swallowed,
      I didn’t know the dose was potent,
Now only time can dilute,
      I ran out of time,  
No antidote only sorrow

Firewalker
Firewalker
Written by
Firewalker  West Orange, NJ
(West Orange, NJ)   
507
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems