Just a whole bunch of poems,
Created by me.
Won't know if you'll like them,
Just wait until you read!
I'm not good at descriptions, but at least I try
This poem is corny,
But I'm done,
So bye!
Sunday evening and in my room, Talking with your sister Why did you leave so soon? I was never quite close to her As much as I was to you. I looked through my window that night, And stared straight at the moon.
She had to depart later, You're in the back of the truck I said hello to your family And I thoughg that it was goodbye. But your brother rolled up the window, And thought I'd regret not saying hi.
But I mustered all my courage And did the most stupidest thing of all I jumped up to the window And almost yelled out "Stop! "
"Hi," I said, shaken And your brother came to a halt He lowered down the window again, And gave your shoulders a jolt. "Say hi, " your brother said, You took your headphones away And looked up, Your eyes locking with mine As you spoke the word, "Hey!"
I'm shaken up, Your voice sends shivers up my spine I feel the goosebumps on my arms Haven't heard your voice in a long time. I said, "Hey." once again What a stupid thing to do. I stepped a bit back and then confirmed I was still in love with you.
I can feel everything- Every moment, every laugh, every smile- Everything comes back to me, My heart beating A million miles an hour
Your sister is at the backseat now, My sister tells me she wants to go inside I felt relieved, yet sad at once Now that the moment has died.
She dragged my hand towards the door, I saved goodbye to you all, suit And I heard a discrete individual goodbye, As I looked down at my boots. I waved goodbye to you, individually But I didn't look back, Cause I knew I would miss you Unconditionally And I can't wait to see you again
I ran inside the bathroom, And wrote before I broke down My hands were shaking All over my keyboard As I fell down to the ground. I dried my best to conceal the sounds Of my shedding of tears Oh, how I wish you would've stayed here. What a way to start off the year.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
A/N
Poem written at around 3 AM. I have school tomorrow. Goodnight....... Oh skittles.
~Rosie Parks (-_-) zzz
(PS: Should've published this one on New Year's....... )
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
