Gone

I'm confuzled..

You took my hand,

You held me close,

You sang a song,

Or at least a toast.

I fell right in,

I held your hand,

You threw me down,

And let me land.

You called me back,

I ran away,

Now,

I'm,

Getting over you,

On my way to celebrate,

Never not forgiving you,

Even forgiving myself.

Gone.

Author's Note

This doesn't really mean anything, just trying to mix things up.

Reviews

[The Scholar]

Awesome, I really like this poem! One of the things I like about a lot of your poems is that the lines aren't super long and incredibly complicated. They're short and sweet, but they mean a lot. It makes it feel like the whole poem is just rushing over you like a wave. Good job! :)

Oh, and I love that you used the word confuzzled . . . Best. Word. Ever.

[kaylynnmelody♥]

This poem meant a lot to me. thank you for the read request.

[KT]

Wow, this poem is so simple and yet so deep. I love it! You did a great job of saying what you wanted without a lot of words, which I admire in writers. Excellent work!

[CharlesMonroe]

I love this. I really don't know what to say that The Scholar hasn't already said. You're an amazing poet (:

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Simple, to the point and never fails, well done