Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2016
I despise the word 'loss",
it implies that something CAN be found,
but I know that I will
Never find you again.
So, next time you see me crying on the street,
don't tell me your sorry for my loss
because
I know your words like the back of my hand,
stolen from a card,
not given by the heart.
Ezre Holland
Written by
Ezre Holland  21/F/England
(21/F/England)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems