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May 2014
I'm Sorry about how I am,
I close my eyes and still see you,
at the start it was nearly exiting,
but now what do I do,
I maybe safer,
but the agony shines through.

God take me in my sleep,
so this hurt will no longer be,
that breath sweep me away,
I'm down on my knees,
they say I can enjoy my self,
but how is this free!

Old love becomes a curse,
how can a heart that is broken,
truly be fixing,
time is against me so the clock is ticking,
I all ready see the better men she is picking,
I'm angry that your gorgeous face is still sticking.
I'm sorry, I wish I wasn't so bitter and edgy around you. I really would do anything for you, don't expect me to understand anything other that honesty though. I wonder if I'm still so great, I somehow doubt it! it's not worth asking me if I'm alright because you know how I feel, you always did. I'm less extreme now, but I'm still in agony.
Bogle
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Bogle
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