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Oct 2014
We can build a house of cards, but with a misplaced whisper it comes tumbling down.

Shots fired I fell
I stand to make my case
But now it's become a race
For who can start the hell

I have no resentment
But it gets angry fast
How long can patience last?
I swore you weren't blatant

My heart is aching
My head is ringing
What are we doing
I'm tired of yelling

Pause.

Am I wrong for feeling wronged
I never heard a sorry
I'm beginning to agree
Maybe he was right all along

I make mistakes I know it
My anger gets the best of me
I try to say I'm sorry
But you won't let me show it

How could I forget
To my nature I am bound
When you're unwilling to forgive
I'm filling with regret

There is no relief
You won't let me say sorry
You sigh slowly
And say whatever with disbelief

We can stack the dominos, but with one wrong move it's all scattered.
I only used punctuation when I was sure.
Eva Ellen
Written by
Eva Ellen  Berkeley, Ca
(Berkeley, Ca)   
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   Mike Hauser
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