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Jan 2018
**** me in the brain
I'll never let you strain
Or nothing in the way
I'm one step away
From finding her new name
Starting a new blame
But it'll take a crane
To stop this ******* train

My Grave:

I'll grow old and gray
And never see her sway
Spending countless years
Breaking every tear
Counseled by many of peers
Still nothing is clear
But fleeting thoughts of fear
Now stronger and near
She brushes my skin
I will never win
I'm lost and have sinned
She always has been
And always will be
The death of me
*My Grave
Yeah, I thought to much.
But when you love someone
You realize what you’re losing
And you act like a child.
I’m to blame...
But you’re head’s missing.
Josh Overson
Written by
Josh Overson  22/M/Corpus Christi TX
(22/M/Corpus Christi TX)   
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