GRAVE:
Remember her?
No.
You forgot her name..
You never gave her a call to say hello.
Even though you knew she was threatening to go.
You listened but never worried.
Now you call when its just to late.
Its over, shes gone away.
You didn't come by, to leave roses on her grave.
You came by just to check.
You aren't in the grass, brushing the leaves aside.
Your standing tall, about to fall.
You never came to talk, until now.
and you don't know what to say...
But you know what you know.
And you know, you left her alone, now shes rotting in her grave, all alone.
YOU ARE READING
TRUST ME
PoetryA collection of short/long poems I have written through out the years. Some sad/depressing and some happy.