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Bailey prays for me sometimes As if things never happened-as if we stayed and tried like we never lost the baby-like I never lost my mind Bailey prays for me sometimes Erin thinks of me at night When there's no one else to get up out of bed and hit the lights Like I never left her waiting, like the time was always right Erin thinks of me at night Becca gave me one last chance I put her on a pedestal before I left her trance I had two weeks to hold her in the kitchen while we danced Becca gave me one last chance Was it them or was it me that got away? the ones whose lives are better off because I didn't stay An influence at best and at the worst I brought decay Was it them or was it me that got away? Bailey prays for me sometimes But she had to move to Portland- let her conscience be her guide It's for the best we let it rest. pretend we never tried but.....Bailey prays for me sometimes
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Sep 27, 2021
Sep 27, 2021 at 10:52 PM UTC
An Unfair Share
Bailey prays for me sometimes As if things never happened-as if we stayed and tried like we never lost the baby-like I never lost my mind Bailey prays for me sometimes Erin thinks of me at night When there's no one else to get up out of bed and hit the lights Like I never left her waiting, like the time was always right Erin thinks of me at night Becca gave me one last chance I put her on a pedestal before I left her trance I had two weeks to hold her in the kitchen while we danced Becca gave me one last chance Was it them or was it me that got away? the ones whose lives are better off because I didn't stay An influence at best and at the worst I brought decay Was it them or was it me that got away? Bailey prays for me sometimes But she had to move to Portland- let her conscience be her guide It's for the best we let it rest. pretend we never tried but.....Bailey prays for me sometimes
thecostofbelieving
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Sep 27, 2021
Sep 27, 2021 at 10:52 PM UTC
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