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Jul 2017
Feeling felt false
And I felt fake.
I only give
You only take

You were fire
I burnt like ice,
Together we detonate
Yet still we resonate.

Into you I fall deeply
My energy: lost, awashed or equal
I never found my equal
Would I dare where gamblers may?

Or fall back into dismay
Would I run like I'm unseen
Or return to the same routine.
Could I? Head under the guillotine.

Would I?
Red in a different scene
Lost but still keen
Love still never mean.

Was I really me.
Did I really change.
Did I truly grow?
When life got slow.
Harry Roberts
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Harry Roberts  23/M/Between despair and joy
(23/M/Between despair and joy)   
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