In the end it was a battle,
One that you could never win.
A fight against a demon,
No choice but to give in.
I wish I had said goodbye to you,
The morning that you left.
Said that you were my hero,
And that you were the best.
The years don't make it easier,
They said the pain would go.
I guess I've just got better,
At not letting my feelings show.
I wish that I could hold your hand,
To shout your name out loud.
Your no longer here, kira
But I hope I've made you proud
YOU ARE READING
Late Night Creations
PoetryA collection of Poems that have been created due to my over active brain at night.
