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Jan 2012
She does not want me to drift away
Yet she keeps leaving me in complete astray
In the dust, she leaves me when I let her in
I bet she’d beg if I walked out
Through those narrow doors
while I’m trapped in the middle
Getting hit with the winds of empty promises
A puppet I’ve became
It’s as if she is my master controlling everything I do
She keeps pulling my strings
Speaking commands
But she refuses to speak clearly
The steam resumes rising from this forbidden passion
The glass eyes I now look through are becoming opaque
The inside looks so foggy
While all were seeing is beautiful lies that we are becoming to believe
We are continuing to use each other
When you are near it feels so meant
But right when you turn your back
Our doubts begin to multiply
I do not know how to get out of this
The emptiness I feel without the lust
Is this real?
Or am I still going through a nightmare
Please just be clear,
Don’t make me jump off that pier
Don’t let me drown  in this  misery
You are taking advantage of my kryptonite
I just might leave for you to want me more
As we sleep all our worries drop
Please all you do, don’t stop.
Ellen Elizabeth
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