You held my hand and then slipped away
you always had the desire to leave with the best of me.
You whispered words forgotten then kissed away the dawn
you always left me stranded and begging to go on.
Now every place I look there’s someone pretending not to care
there’s always someone with your face pretending they aren’t there.
Sometimes in the shadows a vision takes form
reminding me of you and thoughts forlorn.
Sometimes when night comes lashing and I am left to bleed
the memories are all I crave and all I pretend to need.
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Goblin Garden (My first collection of random poems) PUBLISHED!
PoetryThere is a shadow lurking on the edge of our perception, in the worst of our nightmares. It is us. It has always been us. Welcome to my first collection of poetry. Here you will find a mangled mess of dark, eccentric and sometimes hopeful poems...