I'm tempted to erase those messages
I wrote many nights ago
Like the ones
I write
And erase
And write right nowIt was late
It's always late when we talkAnd....
I need that high
From the night's liquorTo loosen my tongue
My mind
Unravels for youThe bravado is long gone
Having slipped from my hands
I have nothing to cover myself withThese notes were for you
And this night before I sleep
Regret plays "Your actions, your words"
On repeatSo I'm left with this tune
Of"What if he shows his friends?"
My soul is too raw, hard to digest.
I served my feelings with pepper
Thought you would bring the salt
And dive into this mealBut
You only tasted with your "hi's"
And "Hello's"
And "goodbye's"I was so hoping you knew
The parts I had given
So together the puzzle would fall in place
With yours to fill up the spaceBut we're missing each other
Or I guess it's only me missing youErasing messages
You'll never view.Author's note
Thank you so much for reading my work. I'm writing this and it's almost one but it came to mind and had to be put to paper.
Anyways no matter how bad the writing, I appreciate whoever came back. Would love if you shared your views and vote.But if it made you feel nothing...I don't mind you being a ghost.
Thank you again.
Love Velorah
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