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May 2018
There were 3 girls in a room
And I didn't want to intrude
So I was quiet, only said a few words

I had nothing of value
To say,
I asked "How bad were they"
'Bout the demons
A child raved about

And we said,
"Lady, please be careful"
And I think she heard my fear
But the child wrote
In the language of the stars
And Lady wrote in romance she was starved

She said,
Children, be careful
I've never seen that man before
She said
Children, don't trust them
You've never seen a war
But then
She said
To me
Is love a possibility
And either answer
Would be selfish, you see

I'll back away
I never know what to say
Can I pinpoint the moment?
What did I say?

I thought I was just the same,
Same stupid fool
Who broke a heart
Twice over just to be sure

You said she was your child
You joked we could be family
Reading her teary talk out loud
In a dark room
Didn't I warn you?

Were you listening when I told you I was blind?
Did you hear me when I said
You'd be better off leaving me behind?
I'll
Always want to hurt myself
When I'm not picking up the phone
I was crying that night
Because I told myself
Either way I'd be alone
And I'm sorry
I'm sorry that you'll regret this
And I'm sorry I know what happens next
For Cayla
Lorenzo Neltje
Written by
Lorenzo Neltje  18/FTM/Australia
(18/FTM/Australia)   
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