Poetry from a Coffee addict...♡✎☔︎︎☕︎

A Sorrowful Stone...

(This doesn't really make a lot of sense... but its not really supposed to I suppose... also I was bored..)

A stone? What's that? I think I know.

Its owner is quite sad although...

It really is a tale of woe...

But I'll tell if you want to know...

I was walking down to the sea when I saw someone at the beach,

I watch her frown. I say hello...?

she doesn't look at me, it's as if I'm not even there...

She gives her stone a little shake,

it twitches a bit here and there

but sadly it is no longer here...

She sobs until tears she can no longer make...

The only other sound is the breaking of the stone,

as it slowly shatters in her hands...

she hears the sound it makes and watches as it slowly slips away...

she wonders if she'll ever be the same...

But it promised she'd see it again someday...

Until then though she cannot sleep...

She lies in bed with cuts that grieve...

She rises from her bed.. a bitter smile is in her head...

but her face is empty.. no emotion is seen...

Thoughts of despair drift into her mind...

she wished she wasn't the one left behind...

She idolizes being dead...

Facing the day with never-ending dread...