You left,but left a curse behind.
You left the taste of your touch on my hand.
You left,
But left the change behind,
Changed definition of alone behind.
Let's be alone together you said.
You left,
But left your tears behind,
You left me crying your tears instead.
You left,
But left no map to follow,
You left me wandering alone alone.
YOU ARE READING
I Wrote It All For Me
PoetryPoems. For myself, of my moods, my life, just me and my feelings. Most of them are fictious (or are they?). I'll leave it to you readers, let your imagination wander.