May 15, 2016
Broken beer bottles,
burnt out cigarettes...
That's all I have
and all that's left.
She walked out on me;
said she couldn't take it.
So I tried chasing her,
but knew I couldn't make it.
I risked a lot saying words
that I didn't mean.
This shit happened so fast
and I hadn't known what she'd seen.
Broken beer bottles,
burnt out cigarettes...
The moment she left me
I shalt forget.
A scar with few tears
came when she returned.
They said that all our memories
had faded away and burned.
She hadn't shown her face
ever since that last fight.
Now I've got a broken heart,
and my soul is a burnt out light.
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Reaper's Plague
PoetrySince August 26th of 2015, I've been writing poetry. I was inspired by the song "One Reason" by Fade to write, and now I'm ready to publish. Follow me if you enjoy my poems, it'll let me know that you're reading them, I guess. WARNING: Poetry may be...
