Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2019
Sometimes I read my poems back
And I try to relive the pain. The emotions. The heartbreak.
Everything I felt when pouring my heart out on my screen.
A screen that knows no judgement. Takes no sides. Has no relation. Seeks no attention. Has no ulterior motive.
But I never succeed.
The way I felt when writing those pieces are locked in the words I typed.
Sealed with the  tears that ran down my cheeks.
Never to be felt again. By anyone.
Especially the one that made it in the first place.
Dearvinique Curry
Written by
Dearvinique Curry  18/F
Please log in to view and add comments on poems