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May 2013
If I had the energy to write down all these memories
And craft them into delicate little lines
I could whisper in your ear
To remind you of the times
That ain't so far away from here
Maybe even dull the pain
As you loose yourself in the rhythm of what I'm sayin'
The experiences drawn upon
To make this line
Drawn out, ended with a period
That recall to my eye the tears that I shed
But if you follow that wet line
Up to my eye
Look deep inside
Ask yourself
"Do I really wanna take this ride?"
Because I know the questions fair
Life never seems to be
So watch out for the fallacies
You see in me
Cause they stand a lot taller then I could ever be
And I'm not one to take a knee
This solitary life
I thought I was ready for it
I've been threw it before
Never saw the struggle like I couldn't bare it
That life styles for me
I'd be the first to declare it
But sitting here now
With you only blocks away
Can't pick up the phone
Can't call out your name
The rains beating down
Weather seems to mirror me in every way
Guess that's why there's been such a lack of those sunny days
Maybe I should just get up; pick up this place
Nah forget it
What's the point of moving when you know you'll end up in the same ******* place.




(I don't know maybe I'll write more, someday, sometime. Probably not.)
Written by
Jara Jones
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