Feel my pain
Walk in shame
Doesn't matter if it rained
Take me back
To the place
Where we shared our first embrace
We were both
Cold and worn
By myself now you are gone
All alone
In my room
Trying hard to mend the wound
Letting you go
Leaving it be
Is just one of life's necessity
Now I'm here
With this heart
Let me show you how I'll start
I've got a pen and a paper
I'll write it all down and
Burn it later
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.
