I got drunk on love
And then I drowned
Now my memories of you
They have no sound
Its just pictures floating by
Of how happy we seemed
And I keep forgetting to remember
How often that we screamed
I'm pounding on your door
But nobody's there
And even if you were
I don't think you'd really care
Cause you're so damn busy
Enjoying the flavor of the week
While I kill myself calling you
I yell till I can't speak
By the time I realize there's no point
I'm already falling
And by the time you show up
You've missed all my calling
All you see is this girl
With a smile on her face
You don't know how her mind
Takes her to a darker place
I'm getting really tired
Of being treated like a fool
So you can run around
Thinking that you're cool
Well I'm not calling you anymore
You still don't really care
I still cry about it sometimes
And think about you if I dare
You used to be my light
My personal sun
And now that its all over
You can be my gun
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryA collection of poems I wrote. Mostly not about happy stuff. They usually rhyme. First one doesn't.