"partways" poems
A step away from the ledge,
Tremble oh dear old knees,
For she who spoke death,
Could feel nothing but the dark cold breeze.
A heart so torn,
Knows nothing who she believes,
Ripped over and over again,
Its nothing for what the demon has seized.
They mind speaks of hope,
But none that shows a way,
To get over this hell,
She only wished to live another day.
Her hand is what she fears,
Hiding them as they bear flames,
Burning everything she holds dear,
In the end it would its ashes the same.
It was not like in the books,
They wear no mask or disguise,
They were friends that went partways,
Bringing her only demise.
The demons sung only warmth,
Bringing down her own guard,
And here she was left on the ledge,
With the leap as her last Card.
-HIY
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 9:03 AM UTC
i tried to ignore this
i tried to forget the feeling
it doesn't matter anymore
but why do i kept thinking about it?
yes, i was happy
we all shared a good laugh
i enjoyed your companionship
but why do i keep doubting?
i honestly never felt
the same love you give to each other
why do i always feel inferior
when you guys are the ones i prior?
if i go partways, will you ever miss me?
am i even in the best part of your memory?
well apparently i don't think so
sooner or later, i think im about to let go
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 5:21 AM UTC