My Pen's ran out
Secret's unfold,
Of thing's I've never told.
The storm cloud's Of my mind,
Threaten to strike those I hold dear,
with the lightening pain it bring's near.
Your green eyes,
Like dying grass,
so light, almost yellow,
right now they sparkle,
with love? with forgiveness?
They did not sparkle,
The invisible wall did.
The barrier I had put between us,
since the very beggining.
It starting to become solid now,
as disgust and hate fill your face.
I watched you close the book I had been writing,
The book held the story of the life I had planned,
The one I wanted,
you were one of the main characters.
But then someone came and ripped out all the pages you were in,
Now I'm trying to rewrite it,
But my pen's ran out.
YOU ARE READING
Enter My Wonderland
Poetry(Every one of these poems has a story behind them, whether if their from my life, or just a story) These poem's that you may or may not read, have no theme. Some hold my thoughts, my views on life, some are purely imagination. So please read away an...
