To call my own
They feel soft and lifeless,
Crispiness and the
scent all gone.
You left at the time
of crisis,
To fend for myself,
alone.
These alphabets and
meaningless terms,
Once promised of
everlasting love;
Disgusts me and makes
me squirm.
It is the thought of you
that I am so sick of.
No matter how hard I
try;
No matter how far I
run,
I still haven’t got
the heart;
To burn it even if it’s
just forfun.
Why did you leave me?
Why did you have to
go?
I wish you didn’t
drink and drive,
Leaving just these
letters to call my own.
Enjoyable post thank you for sharing
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Delete"Lord, I know i am bound for heaven, 'cos i've done my time in hell"
ReplyDeletedrinks help, embarking on an epic escape.... He is in a much better place, AMEN !!!
Ouch! He shouldn't have got drunk. Somethings happen because it had to happen. We can't really ask for answers that we know we don't get.
ReplyDelete.The Solitary Writer
Such depth in these words. Very beautifully written!
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