Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2015
Perhaps it was a night you don't remember
When your soul indiscreetly smothered mine
And there in the middle of the moment
I waited for the sun again to shine
I thought there was a purpose to the madness
The way my life began to rise and fall
But realizing day and night are lovers
I came to know the meaning of it all
I wasn't here to mend your broken spirit
I wasn't here to write you like a book
I must've thought I stumbled into shadows
For you to give me such a heavy look
But ours are not the eyes of the assassins'
we may destroy but we could never ****
I'm certain there is nothing left to wait for
We've seen it all but we are breathing still
with or without us
Olga Valerevna
Written by
Olga Valerevna  Vladivostok
(Vladivostok)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems