I think I see him
Looking at me in the darkness.
Screaming my name,
Telling me to come back.
"In my arms, we can become one again."
He's saying that he'll find a way to make me stay.
How?
I'm already gone.
You used to be in control of me,
But now, you're not -
And you're crazy.
Vein pulsing. Eyes bloodshot.
Did I see lightning?
Smiles. Hugs. The good old days.
Was that the memories?
Or the history?
You used to be in control of me.
Did I see flashing?
But, now, you're not and your crazy.
Was that the memories?
Or his story.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of the Dearest Soul
PoetryPoems of the Dearest Soul. Eccentric. Makes your heart melt. These Poems and short stories are all what you need during your off time. Romance. Suicide. Adventure. Realistic Fiction. Any genre known to man (or woman) Comment what other poem you wa...
