When we met it was like fire.
Like something unleashed
Taking me higher.
You took me out of my cage
One I didn't know I was in.
Like I could move onto the next stage
And my life could begin.
You held me close and called me dear,
Told me sweet nothings
As you whispered in my ear.
But now you're behind a screen
I can see your happy face
Whilst I remain here unseen.
Stuck remembering your embrace.
You pursued me then just threw me away
And now I don't know if I'll ever be okay.
YOU ARE READING
Lachrymose
PoetryLachrymose /ˈlakrɪməʊs,ˈlakrɪməʊz/ adjective tearful or given to weeping. A collection of amateur prose and poetry illustrating the inner turmoil. Mainly a dumping ground for loose thoughts and ideas to be interpreted in whatever manner.
