Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2010
She is crying as he is yelling
He is crying as she is yelling
They don’t listen to one another

She wants red walls
He wants blue walls
They both don’t know how this began

She is in the bedroom crying
He is in the kitchen drinking
They both don’t want to see each other right now

She is sleeping alone
He is driving faster by the second
They both feel bad for what they said

She gets a call from the hospital
He lies on the operation table
They both feel a horrible pain

She is weeping over his casket
He can't feel pain anymore
They both miss each other greatly

She has a gun in her mouth
He lies in a box underground
They both will see each other soon

The walls are painted red
Adam Prout
Written by
Adam Prout
Please log in to view and add comments on poems