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Nov 2017
A new start in this morning bloom
But all of it seems so gloom,
From the tears and shouts
And the frowning pouts.

What happened to the lovely sun?
Instead now you passed me a gun
With the words “Goodbye” engraved
And the memory of how you last waved.

Starved from your ecstasy and love
While you watch me from up above.
It all feels so surreal
It was all because of that ****** deal.

I crave to have the pain you gave
Even if that means that I must be brave
Just to be able to feel
For I haven’t felt anything since the deal.

I’ve cried and swore
It’s beginning to feel like one big chore.
Oh, how I yearn to stare deeply into you
But that feeling is long yet overdue

There’s no such thing as second chances
Especially under the circumstances.
I’ll continue to slowly drown
If only you could hold me down
Written by
Stephanie Franco  17/F/US
(17/F/US)   
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