i looked over, but could not see
for he is the one that blinded me.
i yell out his name, but he doesn't hear.
he is not gone, but he doesn't feel near.
he's drifting off and so i can tell.
he's known forever, so very well.
so i act like it doesn't get to me,
but inside i'm alive, yet dying to be
her.
YOU ARE READING
untitled poems
Poetrythese are my untitled poems. i write when boredom strikes. they vary by my mood, and they may have different lines & stanzas than the next. they may rhyme. they may not. i don't capitalize my letters.
