I felt the weight of your sadness
when your arms were round my neck
You asked me take you away
from the person who had your mind and soul wrecked
I struggled for awhile
You were always there for me when he left
When she took you away
I screamed at you and called it theft
I needed you once
But that was the end
Now I stay by your side
Only to care for you as a friend
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.
