A/N: dedicated to @Caleb_ for commenting. sorry it's so late
For all I get
Like a burnt out cigarette
I get tossed away
A lonely day in May
A tragic, rainy evening
You use to be king
And I your loftly
Righteous queen, who spoke softly
Why is it so tragic?
When it use to be wonderful magic
When the stars blinked out
Your smile an upturned pout
Like a roaring rush
Traveling through lush
And endless nights
Still scared of heights
Without you it's like one path
Not some simplistic math
So lost beyond all hope
I don't know how I'll cope
With this pressure in my chest
But you know the rest
YOU ARE READING
Endogenous
PuisiA poetry collection. Some chapters are dedicated to people for voting, commenting, etc. Highest Ranking: #137 in Poetry