Poetry By Sherry Argonne

"A message to the ex 2"

I guess I have to move on
And set my wings free so I let go
Because all the feelings will be gone
One day I'll wake up not missing you

My broken bones and my ashes
And the wetness of my eyelashes
The scratches within my soul
And each time I suffered a free-handed fall
They will speak louder than my tongue can
Then you lose because you'll never fight like a man
You'll never stand up for your own
And then you're dry lack of home

How can I be chased by your little devils
You give me no break to live in my own heaven
My head is full of dirt that you cause
Each time I get sick you're the because!!
I face fears I face darkness I face you
Each time I close my eyes I feel you do
Like you always do
Each time I'm crying, behind the reasons it's you

I guess I have to restart my life and forget
The years you consumed and then never regret
May I burn the memories so I eat up the past
So maybe I am recovered at last..

A year had passed,
Almost..
But I still can feel the pain
Everyday I picture the imaginary forecast
Saying there will be heavy rain.