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May 2013
Before we parted this way
I tried to think of something to say
My achievements take a toll
As my love continues to spiral down this hole
I had to make a promised sacrifice
Paying for this broken price
I spend hundreds of months by myself
Setting up this imaginary shelf
Your face is blue stained glass
The choir boys come to a mass
You’re so lovely in that purple dress
While I stand in the middle of this mess
I have a grand plan to stay on tasks
We hideaway these poison flasks
If I could have both to cherish
My body wouldn't erupt to perish
Your body is warm, it brings me home
I find myself alone in this empty dome
Wishing to live forever here
If only I could find out a way, my dear
I wouldn't rush into unopened gifts
All that is left is these forged drifts
When will I have a darling like you by my side?
Love has become a part that died
- T.G.
Tobias Graves
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Tobias Graves
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   Sydney Victoria and Anderson M
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