Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
sam-oliverPoems
There is no worse torture To the lonely Than seeing Public displays of affection. What is the point? Holding hands Everywhere you go, Hugging, Kissing, Snogging. You're ******* on Open wounds. Many of us Didn't ask to be left. We didn't volunteer To be dying inside With no paddles, No nurse, To revive us. We know what Heartbreak is. And soon, So will you. You're Overcompensating. It's obvious. You kiss her head, Caress her face, She's not your queen. You have an ace Hidden in your deck. You're just hoping She doesn't draw Enough to Expose you. I have nothing To make up for. No sins against A woman, No jealousy Against a man. I have only The experience To tell when Someone's being had.
0
Apr 20, 2010
Apr 20, 2010 at 1:07 PM UTC
Torture
There is no worse torture To the lonely Than seeing Public displays of affection. What is the point? Holding hands Everywhere you go, Hugging, Kissing, Snogging. You're ******* on Open wounds. Many of us Didn't ask to be left. We didn't volunteer To be dying inside With no paddles, No nurse, To revive us. We know what Heartbreak is. And soon, So will you. You're Overcompensating. It's obvious. You kiss her head, Caress her face, She's not your queen. You have an ace Hidden in your deck. You're just hoping She doesn't draw Enough to Expose you. I have nothing To make up for. No sins against A woman, No jealousy Against a man. I have only The experience To tell when Someone's being had.
Written by
sam-oliver
American
Apr 20, 2010
Apr 20, 2010 at 1:07 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem