I remember the movement of your body,
The way you would laugh.
I remember the calm and still
Of the fury in your eyes.
I remember most when you started slipping through my hand,
Like sand falling bit by bit away from me.
An hour glass I'd been watching for only a few seconds
Before all was gone and lost in the past.
And I know very well you made your bed,
But I very much want to put you somewhere better.
My chest is numb,
what have you done?
YOU ARE READING
Color Me Gray
PoetryIt's about my life in a way. A lot of my poetry stems from things I go though. And Unfortunately I only update when something makes me generally upset or overjoyed. I'm happy with whatever feed back.
