There's no escape from this reality
I cry even in my dreams
Call your name to see your face
I've gone to both extremes
Writing poetry to ease my mind
My smile isn't what it seems
And there's a mess inside that I can't hide with flowery talk and flirtation
Dreams and aspirations written in rhythm and rhyme
Still have those for my memory
Words I cemented in time
Loyal to the verses you wrote me
It's what got me interested in all honesty
Now you use those same words against me
And I love you
Sadly I still do
But with time I guess I'll forget
The man I loved the most
Burn those poems in a bonfire
And watch as their ashes transform into ghosts
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