i used to write poetry
about not talking to you for the weekend,
how the words bottled up inside an hourglass
the seemed to stand still
*now time flies
and weeks pass while you forget me*
i used to write poetry
about sleeping through sunshine
so i could stay up with the stars
worshipping you
*now the moon rises
and i fall asleep in an empty bed*
i used to write poetry
about star trek and bad ***
with words that rhyme with ****
just to make you laugh
*now times have changed
and the metaphors aren't funny*
i used to write poetry
about the beautiful, twisted mystery
that you were to all of the world
except for me
*now the pages are blank
and i don't know you at all anymore*
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC
i used to write poetry
about not talking to you for the weekend,
how the words bottled up inside an hourglass
the seemed to stand still
*now time flies
and weeks pass while you forget me*
i used to write poetry
about sleeping through sunshine
so i could stay up with the stars
worshipping you
*now the moon rises
and i fall asleep in an empty bed*
i used to write poetry
about star trek and bad ***
with words that rhyme with ****
just to make you laugh
*now times have changed
and the metaphors aren't funny*
i used to write poetry
about the beautiful, twisted mystery
that you were to all of the world
except for me
*now the pages are blank
and i don't know you at all anymore*
