We used to lie together in grass
Nesting upon the Earthy ground
Hands clasped
My lungs have collapsed
My heart is beginning to crash
Its all happening too fast
This pain just wont pass
I feel as though this scar will last
Our past is stained glass with cracks
From blasts and tasks
That seemed so vast
Racked our chests and backs please
Don't let this be the last
Time that I see you thats all I ask
-MRC
YOU ARE READING
A Small Poetry Book
PoetryPoems: 1. Growing Up 2. The Future 3. Rewind 4. Only a Few 5. Huntington's Disease 6. Hunger 7. Too Soon 8. Our Tie 9. We're Young 10. The Day of my Birth 11. Meaningless Wishes 12. Under the Weather 13. Run Away And more
