it was winter when you left me,
the bed we use to share, is now cold and empty.
it's hard to get over you,
you were like a melody, and i tried so hard to play you.
but you kept yourself closed and isolated.
i miss you, but i have to blame you,
so my heart can finally stop grieving and continue on this journey.
without you.
so while missing you, goodbye.
'Ci'Agea
YOU ARE READING
Endless poetry, from a black girl.
PuisiQuote: "I will shed all of this skin down to the very bone, beneath it if that's what it will take for you to come to realization that appreciate is not what makes a human beautiful." -Christopher Pointdexter. just some of my feelings jumbled up...
