It was all a mistake we said,
That it's just a mess in our head,
We didnt think of the rest,
When we went down the road we thought was best,
Down the road so bright and clear,
Yet we got lost when we were so near,
No matter how many times we try and go back,
We end up with our hearts already packed,
Ready to leave, turn the knob,
Had the keys, as my heart'll throb,
Ready to go, one last word,
Say the things that I've never heard,
Get over you, yes they said,
Waiting for it as my eyes shed,
Throw it all, they say I must,
Forget the frame of our vivid us,
YOU ARE READING
Poem Addiction
Poetry"A poet's greatest strength is his words; his greatest weakness is his emotions; his greatest addiction is his paper that is the world he lives in." -Eskay Kitz-
