I thought the grass was greener on the other side
I cried my heart out right before your eyes
All you did was laugh and smile
As I burned down
And fell from the skies
You always left
not for good but it was for the best
The pain I felt and couldn't contain
You took in your hands and played like a game
I wish my confusion could be turned into a weapon
I would take it and stab your heart till you felt how it was to be stepped on
The more I ran
The harder I craved
The revenge I deserved to get
The right to cause you pain
I'm sure my conscience would agree
Because of my degree in knowing how it is to be deceived
YOU ARE READING
Savoir Vivre *know how to live*
PoetrySince the beginning I've never been the talking type. Never felt there was a need to. Poems helped me really sort out my thoughts and speak my mind through the voice of a poet in a way. These poems express some of the emotions I've never been able t...
