The clothes are packed off
To Goodwill.
I said my goodbyes
Up on that hill.
The house is empty,
The furniture sold.
Soon your smells will
Decay to mold.
Don't know why I bother
Calling, ain't nobody
Answering.
Don't know why I bother
Singing, ain't nobody
Listening.
YOU ARE READING
Sad Poems
PoetryHere are some sad poems that I made and/or stole from the internet. Hope you like it. Don't judge me!!!
