Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2018
Hold me to my promises
I like to break them when you
Tripping out.
I been depending on that plant
Since lean ain't what I'm
Sipping now.

You're different? How?

You treat me just like them old
Broads used to.

Maybe this ain't what I've waited on
For so long.

Who's gonna save you?
Me, myself and I.
Who's gonna save me
When I say I wanna die?

I hear crickets to that question
Because you ignore my every sigh.
You gon be the first one to weep
When I tell y'all not to cry.

It's ridiculous how this goes.
There's certain things you shouldn't
Say.
You gonna regret it all when I'm not
Here some day.
Misty Meadows
Written by
Misty Meadows  21/F/Pennsylvania
(21/F/Pennsylvania)   
182
       A Simillacrum
Please log in to view and add comments on poems