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Sep 2020
Like time
This feeling is always on my mind
Tried to speak to the icy window
I just cried
Oranges cooking on the stove with cinnamon sticks
Warms my heart inside
But at night or when I see him
I fold-I just die
Please walk my heart home tonight
I don’t think I can find my way back to life
I’m not sure if I’m in the wrong or right
I just need to be walked home tonight
Helpless
Always helpless
When all I needed was help
Or someone selfless
To take an interest me
Or give an ear to me
Don’t need to be watched while I sleep
Some demons moved on or forgot my phone number
So demons can’t call because I don’t want their phone number
You give shots away
Every day
Hoping the bullets never end up strays
Like a dog on the street or a cat in heat
I just keep trying not to lose my mind or any sleep
Written by
Brie Williams
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