"descion" poems
Has my soul woundered around in many different time lines
Trying to escape a reality that I have never wanted to see.
Trying to predict a future with out you.
The bad descions have been coming back to bite me again.
Karma has finally made it's descion to hit me.
Asking my self the same questions over an over again,
Drowning my self in a bottle of Scotch.
Asking my self on replay
Would I jump to the past to change things?
Or should I stay an have another dance with the devil?
BY ERS
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 7:32 PM UTC
snapped
like a twig
I did
****
oh well
wrong direction I guess
worst impression at best
so **** charming
like a snake
stab me with a knife I'm done like a steak
piece of meat
piece of ***
good thing it ended fast
so back to my first descion
I will no longer let anyone make that incison
to my emotions or my heart
inside of fake walls
I'll sit in the dark.
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 1:31 AM UTC
I put my faith into a person.
Can you tell me who I am?
I failed to be who you want.
What's my worth against a gram.
No mirror on my wardrobe.
No tell of how I feel.
I see for hearts yours ain't broke,
Mine,well it ain't steel.
You were my every word,
All words you past me true.
Your every word spoken for,
I saw me,and not you.
So every siphen bell,
For all the things you aught.
So for everything decision ment,
All to me it's taught.
See baby i still love you,
and all that you show.
See too me my baby,
You will always grow.
Still you see our hearts beating
Still you see what we're making
Discion made
Descion ment
All the life we're making.
All I want to see,is you
All I want you to see is me too.
I wish for love and peace my love,
I wish for all and you.
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 10:31 AM UTC
My dearest sally
You scruffy old bag of fluff
Your departure will be met sadly
Know the descion was really tough
But when we see you fit
And bleed from your ears
We have to do what right
Despite the tears
Nearly twenty years
As a best friend
You were an amazing cat
Let's not pretend
I'll miss the way you would wake me
And lick my face
The way you'd purr oh so loud
And strut about and own the place
I will really miss your face
I hope your transition will be met with grace
The love you gave
For nothing In return
To going to your grave
Where you shall return
You have no idea
How much you will be missed
We will mourn for this loss
I'll carry your collar around my wrist
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 10:10 AM UTC