I cry myself to sleep,
Hating myself,
For throwing the rocks,
I threw at her.
She was trying to show me,
The truth,
And I pushed her away.
I hurt her.
I threw her,
Against the ground,
And now,
My light is seeping away.
Day after day,
I saw her in the halls.
Her golden hair,
And deep set green eyes.
Day after day,
I waited,
And thought,
But nothing came.
She didn't come.
She made the right decision.
It is my turn,
To apologize.
It is my turn,
To feel the pressure,
And show her,
How much,
I really want her.
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A Poet's Love Story: A Poet's Collection
PoetryLife, Does not wait, For you. It stirs your emotions, And reforms them, Into wings of flight, And it tests, Weather or not, You will open the cage, And allow yourself, To give up, Or if you will keep the wings calm, And continue to live, And underst...
