Long lashes
Faces passes
No greeting
Take a seating
A brief good morning
My heart soaring
My mind questions
His perfections
This isn't finished
I won't be diminished
Revolution will come
One day or some
Tomorrow or the next
Waiting for that text
Dreaming of those eyes
Even if I must cry
If I die; when I do,
Remember its all because of you,
Because he saw me.
We ended, like just decided to stop talking, I get to the busstop in nyc waiting for a citybus tto take me to school, guess how ironic? He was there, no hi... Nothing. Until a sarcastic 'goodmorning' came outa my mouth; with no response
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Another example of dealing with that terrible pain of having to co-exist with the one that breaks us. Over time we learn to rise above the pain, but it doesn't make it easy when we have to "ride the bus" together. Nice emotional piece.
Very nicely written. I liked how short and sharp the lines were, and thought that it worked really effectively in conveying the sentiments behind this piece. I think it's quite difficult to use rhyming effectively in a poem without coming off sounding cheesy, irritating, or irrelevant, and I think that you've successfully figured out how to use that in a poem without doing so. The ending was absolutely perfect.
~PaperHearts
I absolutely adore the brutal honesty in this piece, you're obviously not afraid of letting your real emotions show and when reading the piece your real emotions do show, the reader can feel for you very easily in this which is a factor of this poem that makes it so enchanting, this whole piece flowed and read beautifully, thank you for sharing. :)
-Cathrine