Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 14
I did not speak a word.

You did.

Fist held high,
Shaken with pride.

And I in quiet,
Fearing inside.

But instead
I sat,
Waiting for calm.

But you infact
We're sure with your hand.

And then you knew,
That I would wait.

For you to end
In a different state.

Tears were shed
And your body gave.

But me?
I told you,

It was okay.
Chelsea Quigley
Written by
Chelsea Quigley  23/F/Waterford
(23/F/Waterford)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems