who what where how whenA Poem by aimless_wanderer
where did the time go?
when did her words sink they're final blow? how could i have sunken so low? what did i do to plug our flow? who am i to extinguish your glow? there was never enough time i may have made all of my words rhyme for you, but there's no way to explain my crime for that i'm the lemon and you the lime for we aren't the same, we have nothing in common, and our lives are tuned in different chimes i was always too oblivious to hear your words it was as if i were traversing through a blizzard i couldn't hear because my mind wanders off to listen to the birds because i didn't know i was pushing you homewards to the place where the sun always shines, and the birds stayed far from your vineyard I thought that I was a really nice guy little did i know i had a tendency to lie to you, the person i would do anything for, even die but it was a false world in which i lived for that you would always cry because my words were so harsh, and that i always ended with "babe, harder i'll try" what kind of man antagonizes his girl with no reason except to take a her for a whirl on the emotional roller coaster that twists and curls before the conductor who taunts you as if you were a squirell for that i should have treated you just like a pearl Your beautiful no matter what in my heart i knew it, it was even screamed in my gut but i acted as if you were a mutt who needed to be caged in like some nut but everyone knew that you were above the cut Bags packed, taxis gone, and your gone now i bet you wished that in my bathtub that i would drown but i might as well to you for you'll never see me around because i would have fallen so far down for who would i be without you where would i go without you what can i do without you how can i function without you when will you return to whisper your sweet sounds
© 2011 aimless_wandererAuthor's Note
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Added on October 2, 2011 Last Updated on October 2, 2011 Authoraimless_wandererCincinnati, OHAboutI began writing pieces of poetry around three months ago. I'm hoping to get better so I won't be too much of a scrub anymore. more..Writing
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