the look on your face,
like reading a text book
I chose you in between a bookcase.
hard cover but not stone cold.
you have the most defined face.
between your lines,
with a look and a smile,
you never give me any of the right signs.
who is it that you want to be?
you have an authentic style.
hair slicked back, sipping on tea.
teach me how to see the world
through your eyes.
I wanna know how it feels
to not be so see through.
I wanna wake up and see your sunrise.
glass window over your bed,
bedroom covered in blue.
you can almost touch
the colors of the sun,
but you're stuck like glue.
thinking of life and death,
deciding which one to choose.
maybe one day you will make up your mind,
to not take your last breath.
on a world so cold and undefined,
but your heart seems otherwise.
warm and tender,
out of reach from mankind.
you're a first offender
when it comes to manslaughter.
you killed yourself without a defender,
and maybe I could of saved you.
but you never defended her,
from the whisperer.
do we have to say goodbye?
I'm sorry I couldn't save you,
from you and I.
YOU ARE READING
Poems for Another
Poetry"Poems for Another", based off of realistic events in ordinary lives. p o e m s w i l l b e p o s t e d
