I've nothing left but your residue
Still your pain echoes on, echoes through
The world spins about me as if I am its axis
I hope that it stops and the dizziness passes
You're gone for good and you won't be coming back
The world decided I was too happy and hit back
I don't want to be another mark on your chart
When you tore my whole entire world apart
But it seems that's all I'll ever be
I was nothing to you, but you meant the world to me.
CZYTASZ
Misty (a collection of my poetry) {{COMPLETE}}
PoezjaA road trip of poetry, I guess. Care to come along? Highest rank: 267 in poetry Read my third poetry book, "hush." I have high hopes for it. Read my first poetry book, "where the bluebirds aren't." (Or don't, it's old and rather embarrassing). ⚠️...
