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May 2014
I thought if I drove hundreds of miles
that I could escape you
but when I stopped driving and got out
of my car;
I realized I was still under the starlit sky
that we made wishes on
The same blue moon we used to slow
dance under
and next to me was the  same kind of
tree, the weeping willow that we made
Love under.

I got so disgusted I drove home all the while
Realizing your'e like a stalker
Invading my personal space
******* my every move
Preying on my already fractured mind
and that's when I knew that no matter
what I did
You had captured my heart and soul
and no matter how many miles I drove

You were the Jailer of my memories
and you would never set me free!
Paula Lee
Written by
Paula Lee  Indiana
(Indiana)   
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