Poems From Within Me

I guess it’s kind of sad,

How love controls our past,

We redefine a path,

Look left from right, to last,

Every single sign,

Creates another line,

From Justice, Life, and crime,

Ticking across time,

The path widens,

Becomes so vast,

Our problems stretch along the path,

Which broadens,

Every inch so far,

You wanted love,

With no cigar,

I gave you all,

You threw it back,

You let yourself become the “had”,

I think about it when I’m in vain,

But all I get is bitter shame,

We tossed what we made onto the ground,

Back down to hell where it was found,

We played, and tried,

But saw no sound,

Crowned our heads,

Back down around,

So walk,

Just leave,

We’ll keep it this way,

Walk off with your friends,

Be happy not gay,

Think of her as a reminder of me,

I’m gone but I’m still your history,

(Dedicated to Naimh Cosgrove)