Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2012
One night or every night
Not a tear goes unnoticed
The **** I love
And the misery I miss
Things I think about
Though I love you my body yells otherwise
I’m like the trumpet in Mr. Smith’s rose parade
The only **** left on the streets
I’ve been out of my house for weeks at a time
But it’s missed when I get back
Every song is a song to you
Or a meaning to me
The poem to me
Which ripped me to pieces by the way
Nothing will make me less sad
I would take your womb and climb in
I just want to be missed
Too bad there’s nobody out there that still loves me
Are friends good enough
Not really
Obviously it’s too much for you
Written by
Amanda Yeager
528
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems