Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2016
We texted back and forth about how fine things were
Silent calls for help for the hell
We were wanderers
I said things like, “What does sadness sound like?”
To which she replied, “It sounds like me”
We had each other in voiceless thoughts
That were gathered in the energy of eternity
I hope she’ll find the hope she gave
On hopeless days
When it was all planned to end
I hope to see the words she prayed
Tattooed across my chest reminding me:
I was never alone
Hearts that yearned for the other’s joy
We continued to walk through hell
Unknowingly side by side
Muggle Ginger
Written by
Muggle Ginger  UTAH
   HollowStrength and brooke
Please log in to view and add comments on poems