you are in my veins
and it makes me sick that
every heart beat reminds me of you
and when I see you with someone
standing in the middle of your crowd
I want to scream at the world
put a gun to your head
tell you to apologise
but that is not how I am
you are weak in your heart,
But strong in my veins
the human skin replenishes
every twenty seven days
so if you do the math
I have lost you twelve times now
but the saddest part is-
i still want to hold your hand
for the next eight hundred and forty months of
your life.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Friend
PoetryDear friend Dear lover Dear mother Here are some things I could never say. Most of these poems are not mine. Credit will be passed to the owner,please comment if you think it is your poem.
