My poems

Out The Door

First step out the door.
Second step out your life.
Can't hear your cries no more.
As glass shatters on the floor.

First drop hits the street.
Second drop hits my hand.
Can't stop the movement of my feet.
As rain hides the tear on my cheek.

First week stayed with friends.
Second week stayed out late.
Can't focus as my mind bends.
As I replay how our love ends.