Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2018
We played musical chairs in forests,
learned of limbo and of wine,
discovered the appeal of cigarette upon cigarette,
sang songs of melancholic rhyme,
crept through night’s entirety
simply to linger through sun’s rise,
and realizing that our lives
purportedly go on,

 

parted.
Amela Kovacevic
Written by
Amela Kovacevic  21/F/Louisville, KY
(21/F/Louisville, KY)   
489
   Tupelo
Please log in to view and add comments on poems