Sorry that I thought of you.
I'm sorry if I made you blue.
Just cause I can't talk to you.
Doesn't mean I don't want to.
A buddy for some time.
Now to talk is a crime.
Now I know how you feel.
When we smoked,
I felt that emotions poked.
I felt some major pain
It wasn't mine.
Was it inside your brain?
You'll be fine,
Without me.
You were before.
I now see.
I'll close the door.
Good bye my friend.
I say it once more.
This is the end.
blue skies are
No more..
YOU ARE READING
|°Simply Structure°|
PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
