Been a week of ghost
For the message I wrote
Let's give it a toast
For the pain it cost
Waiting for a respond
To your words I'm fond
Over our gone bond
Distant past and gone
I can't think of any reason
To these sudden tension
I mastered myself a weapon
Against your own demon
Our similar sound along
Faded like a dead song
I heard its tune wrong
Not a lullaby but a bong
Deep in my heart's essence core
Yearning for what we have before
Ignoring how you tore its décor
Until I cannot restore it anymore
You have broke me this time
While singing there like fine
Without claiming your crime
So far you reach the borderline
-shen
YOU ARE READING
The End of Us
PoetryI write these for someone He's special to me and a love one That's all we are, and were done Feelings slowly fades and gone These poetries are left unsaid And I just write it instead Not a...
