Pretend

I'm sitting here thinking what I did wrong,
When did this get so complicated ?
Why can't you just be there for me ?
Instead you just brush me off your shoulder,
pretend like I never existed,
pretend like we never existed. . .

Reviews

[Phillitup]

This poem is written with the intensity that only a poem can contain. The short lines speak of a tragic world with mistakes and things that are gone. The things that sting and the spreading pain sets a fire. Nice job on this poem...another amazing one, truly. Don't loose sight of the future, great things are calling your name! Nicely penned. Best regards,
Dell