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Jan 2014
You’ve got this sort of spell on me
Tactics I can't explain
Everything was meant to be over
And yet, I find myself in the rain
Maybe you're drawn to me
You keep asking me to stay
But the night grows darker
Suddenly, everything is ok
When you left me, I was empty
No place to turn
Just trapped in the memory
You and me
Were so happy
Being us and everything was right
But here we are
Opening scars
That I don't think I can forget
Say it's not over
But don’t tell me when you’re sober
Tell me anything, but the truth
Don’t say it’s all for nothing
Because right here, we have something
And I'm tired of walking home in the rain
Written by
Kate Eichelberger  West Virginia
(West Virginia)   
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