The morning she died the:
The sky was all kinds of Grey, red and orange.
Not the red and orange you see in a sunset
Infact there was no sunset just darkness
It was confused so was i but i sat tight waiting for her to come home
An hour went by and the fear grew larger.
I called her cell over and over and over again
But She didn't pick up
She said she going to buy milk
A stupid gallon of milk
I called again and no answer
I heard a knock on the door
It wasn't her. she refused to knock
Two police officers stood at my door
Took of their hats before they could speak
I asked. "She's gone isn't she?"
"I'm so sorry." The man said
while i stayed at home she lay lifelessly on the side of the road
Her phone on the other side playing her favourite ringtone
Love me now_John Legend
The thought of her in pain haunted me
I shouldn't have let her go
The day she died the sky was confused because
they shared quite a special Connection
The sky was sad, and angry
later the storm hit and i heard the sky roar,
In Agony and pain
tears to the dead.
The day she died the sky wasn't normal as always but rather sad and confused
-I don't know who's gonna kiss me when it's over💔
YOU ARE READING
PERFECTLY IMPERFECT♡
PoetryDig deeper in any soul and you'll tend to find Pain as the root to the flower that has been blooming for decades.⊙_⊙