I don't remember everything that was said
I just remember it being bad inside my head
You were mad
I was sad
There was nothing left for us to have
Besides time being against you and I
Hiding my emotions within a lie
Between my fists and my heart
There was art
I can't remember the time
We were apart
Hands in the dark
Love cuts deep
You can feel how sharp
My tongues sharp as a knife
Kiss you twice her lips give you life
I'm just an American civilian
Running away from making a million
Money doesn't grow on trees
Will they ever cure the disease
Flowing secretly within the breeze
Over the hills
Everything kills
Wether it's cancer or depression
They make it your obsession
Nothing to live for
It'll break you to your core
Then your pen starts to stop
In the same bookshop
And then your paper runs out
No more characters left to care about
We're all stuck in the same genre
YOU ARE READING
Poems for Another
Poetry"Poems for Another", based off of realistic events in ordinary lives. p o e m s w i l l b e p o s t e d
