TBH I don't even know if I can call this a poem but here's a little "blurb" I wrote tonight
The amount of suffering I would go through just to talk to her again is unlike any other.
The amount of pain and sheer torment I would go through to even walk by her side once again.
I miss her sweet smile, her lustrous scent, and even just her presence alone sent me in a daze.
She made me happy unlike anybody else in my whole life ever had.
She was the only thing that ever brought me any kind of joy.
I would do anything just to feel her soft hands interlocked within mine again.
I want to be in her life and I want her to be in mine.
I remember I would be so distrought and depressed when I didn't meet her at school sometimes.
It hurts to realize that I'm never gonna be able to talk to her again.
So, as I cry in my dark, desolate room for hours on end, I ponder questioning myself "when I will ever feel happiness once again."
Tiny poem but idk here it is
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