I don't wanna argue
I don't wanna fight
I just wanna spend the time I
have left with you
And make everything all right
Because before you know it
I will be gone
And you will finally see bright blue skies
After this storm
You will never again
Feel the warmth of my hug
Bury these memories
In the hole you so deeply dug
You won't ever
Taste love on my tongue
And I won't anymore
Assume shotgun
Look at the time
It has long been up
I was still trying
To fill that broken cup
We kept stalling
Apart was how we were falling
He and I, we both knew
That we struggled hard to stay true
So let me lay here
Just one more time
And I'll write you
With my aching heart
One last rhyme
YOU ARE READING
Two Years Late
PoetryA collection of moments where rhyming was necessary. Short, simple poetry; yet, those who relate - too many. Weird titles for humor, but that doesn't make the poem experience less painful. Those titles are painful to me though. You'll see.
