Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2015
The promises were left unkept and forgotten in the spare room
Thrown in with last years fashion and the years before,
And standing at the door I can't remember when we started
Hoarding words to make a life boat we'll never sail,
Never say; did you mean them at all?
OliviaAutumn
Written by
OliviaAutumn
Please log in to view and add comments on poems