Everything is packed.
You're ready to go,
But Bubba, I don't want you to go.
I know we weren't the closest,
But Bubba how will I cope?
I know the will be a day.
A day after you're gone.
A day that I'll break down.
A day that I can't cope.
Bubba,
I may not show it,
But, Bubba, I love you.
I want you to stay here.
I want you to be here for me.
Bubba, I'll miss you.
As much as I deny it, Bubba,
You are a part of me.
I part of me I can't afford to loose.
Bubba, do you have to go?
Do you even want to leave?
Bubba, you can't be replaced.
Bubba, I worry constantly.
Bubba, I will write.
Promise me you'll write back?
YOU ARE READING
A Broken Heart
PoetryThis will be a book of rants, poems, short stories, and memories that I want to share. Please comment your feedback and let me know what you think. Also, just a heads up, some of it might get a little dark sometimes. I apologize in advance for that.
