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Aug 2013
I'm pretending to not care.
You sitting beside me
I want to push you over
Who are you there.

Nothing is inside you,
I looked through,
You are just a shell of a man,
I thought I knew

Was it a dream, where did you go,
I hear your voice, I take your call,
It doesn't matter
Matter at all.

I cry a minute
I cry an hour,
My thoughts so sweet,
And then so sour.

I listen to what you have to say
I know, I know
I've heard enough,
Each passing day.

I keep busy,
It hurts a lot,
Each passing minute,
An hour I forgot.

I look around,
Is that from you
It doesn't matter,
Its just a thing I bid ado.

Get out of my life,
Get out of my head,
That face of yours,
Thought I'd never dread.

I use to watch you in bed asleep
You looked so perfect,
Now washed out, faded
I disconnect.

You are s stranger
In my dreams,
Never were before,
It happens a lot it seems.

My tears sting me,
My aging face,
People say I'm young looking,
So full of grace.

I hide behind these pretty clothes,
The makeup,
Hair,
So not to expose.

Tired of hearing time
Heals our pain.
If I listen to them,
What do I gain.
karen champagne
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karen champagne  nh
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