Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
kdmillsPoems
2/2/2017 your look, i saw, i aimed for a reply i couldn't find one and looked at the ground i went to see my friend i tried, the windows were dark hello she called and opened the door she never keeps the lights on there are things in life you just cant predict and i sit in my room during the winter and i hate to use contractions in my poems i wont i promised myself again, but here i am and here ive been i tend to stay in my room , dont move a muscle or a tendon that is while the lights get lower all its missing is the smoke of the lounge and i very much miss cigarettes the ones i rolled for myself almost a month ago i know i will grow to love them though so i dont
0
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 9:45 AM UTC
feburary
2/2/2017 your look, i saw, i aimed for a reply i couldn't find one and looked at the ground i went to see my friend i tried, the windows were dark hello she called and opened the door she never keeps the lights on there are things in life you just cant predict and i sit in my room during the winter and i hate to use contractions in my poems i wont i promised myself again, but here i am and here ive been i tend to stay in my room , dont move a muscle or a tendon that is while the lights get lower all its missing is the smoke of the lounge and i very much miss cigarettes the ones i rolled for myself almost a month ago i know i will grow to love them though so i dont
Written by
kdmills
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 9:45 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem