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Jan 2014
I'll jot them down on paper
scribble with the pen that you left on my desk
from the day you left me sitting in the back of the classroom alone
I sat back watched you walk through the door to meet up with
that girl who broke your heart you killed me
grab my neck, say you love me now squeeze
with your bare hands, that how it feels
when you told me I was beautiful after you said "us" wouldn't work
you're a liar, nothing but a phony who plays games
with his own friends. I can't believe I let you in
after all this time of being best friends
when I hear you're voice my blood boils
my heart melts even when your not talking to me
its frustrating, all this time I was dreaming of us
now Im moving on shortly i'll be gone
and you'll miss me.
Emily Mary
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