They say time heals
I don't think that's true
I'm still sitting in the chair
Looking at the picture of you
Even after all the pain you put me through
My heart is broken into tiny little pieces
I wish I could ask for exchange and get a new heart
And start from the start
To make sure you never rip it apart
In bed
Smelling the sheets
They still smell like you
Everything reminds me of you
The bed, Even the chair
Is the same color as your hair
I Burn the pictures and sheets
Break the chair
Walk outside to get air
Now It's time to start over
And get a new life
And say goodbye
YOU ARE READING
Loving is painful
PoetryJust writing about what is on mind and sharing to see if people can relate. Want to get feedback from other people who write or read poems.
