I'm sick of this.
No reason to take it back.
You gave me the drugs on that sticky, rainy day.
How could you?
I was so proud.
Alive, red cheeks,you dimmed the glow,You took my soul.
I can't believe I took you home.
I tried to help but you tore me down.
Please, don't step on me
Don't
Please
Just let the wind take me away,I hope it smells like lilacs and tells me beautiful things.
YOU ARE READING
Ghosts in my yard
PoetryThis book is dedicated to relationships, human and substance,it's all the same. Pain will leave enough scar tissue for a suit of armor but love, it is out there.
