These days
Are like
Wear and tear--
On my soul,
And I swear
I'll never forget it.
He had told me
That these days would be
Hard,
And I hadn't believed him.
But I swear,
I've lived to regret it.
These days
Are like
The dressed and drab,
Leaves me
Sick and sad,
And I swear
I'll never relive it.
She'd told me this is it,
These days
Do not last,
They are fast,
Running.
But I swear
The way I live and suffer
It's as if
I never heard it.
YOU ARE READING
And Me...
PoetryThis is just a collection of poems that I've written and the others that I plan to write. I'm not claiming to be some epic poet, but I hope you all enjoy. Thanks for reading (if you read) and thanks for commenting (if you speak). Your choice :)
