I can't get this pain out of my head.
It's the sort of feeling I shall always dread.
When it's over I welcome the numbness,
To help me overcome my dumbness.
Perhaps it is all in my mind?
Is it peace I must find?
Your laughter still echoes within my brain, like a mall.
Bouncing from wall to wall.
a never ending shopping trip.
Stopping for a tear smoothie, you take a sip.
You watch as I bleed.
Drip, drip, drip.
You don't give me the attention I need.
Then I'll watch you skip, skip, skip.
Acting as if you're hip, hip, hip.
Why don't you understand how much I miss you?
In an hour, how many times will an agitated cow moo?
Many.
That's how much I want you back.
My sadness is stronger than a buck's rack.
I wish you knew.
What I go through.
It's all painful, but I remember.
It was September, nearing November.
Conversations awkward, our friendship began to dismember.
My feelings still linger.
I still point my finger.
Those dreaded demons you call friends.
I identify them as fiends.
You call them cool.
I say their humor, is as funny as slimy, disgusting drool.
Do you not understand?
Can you not hear my demand?
Shall I summon you, with a clap of my hand?
Or is it the other way around?
Why are we so abound?
Why can't we just be together again?
My sweet little friend, I'll call you my special Wren.
You screech and you cry.
But I doubt you'll deny.
That I was at least a good friend for a bit.
'Till you got tired of it.
YOU ARE READING
Poems Of Lozzy
ŞiirI was a very emotional young teen when I began to write poems. They were always so deep, and made me depressed just reading them, but perhaps someone could enjoy them. They were mostly vents, and I could tell where I had pressed down my pencil in...
