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November 6 this day Brought me a feeling inside Of deep depression seeping in How I witnessed too much How she cried over the ring Of her parents broken marriage Tears forming in her eyes tilting her head up so they wouldnt fall To reveal the pain she felt But it radiated towards me And how saftey pins and beads Ment so much to her An unknown meaning But I felt her emotions gravitating Towards me How the boy With rebellion tattooed in his mind Had a quiet face That showed how angry he was inside But his smile was something Rare and special that I had barley seen how the girls Could claim To be my friends But swiftly leave And isolate me Without a care loneliness was something That occured each day more often The the day before How I have to see you The being I once deeply cared about That I gave my all for With someone else How that boy Stared at that girl In a way I envied No, not with lust But with a love Searching for every Perfect thing in her Observing All day is a habit Which I hate I discover Things That I should Not know
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Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 4:07 PM UTC
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November 6 this day Brought me a feeling inside Of deep depression seeping in How I witnessed too much How she cried over the ring Of her parents broken marriage Tears forming in her eyes tilting her head up so they wouldnt fall To reveal the pain she felt But it radiated towards me And how saftey pins and beads Ment so much to her An unknown meaning But I felt her emotions gravitating Towards me How the boy With rebellion tattooed in his mind Had a quiet face That showed how angry he was inside But his smile was something Rare and special that I had barley seen how the girls Could claim To be my friends But swiftly leave And isolate me Without a care loneliness was something That occured each day more often The the day before How I have to see you The being I once deeply cared about That I gave my all for With someone else How that boy Stared at that girl In a way I envied No, not with lust But with a love Searching for every Perfect thing in her Observing All day is a habit Which I hate I discover Things That I should Not know
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Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 4:07 PM UTC
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