Long gone were the days
When I was fine
Long gone were the days
When you were mine
He cries alone without a tone
before he goes to bed.
He bled his blood straight from his heart
because of what she said.
Washing his dreams written on sand,
Her joy was all he wishes.
Not some hugs or to hold her hand,
and not some selfish kisses.
Too late, so late, forever late
he brought his sadness home.
To cry before he hangs himself,
and write this one last poem.
YOU ARE READING
Rhythm (Poetry Book)
PoetryBlood is red, Sad is blue My heart is broken Thanks to you My heart is bleeding it has a crack, and it really, really wants you back.
