May 16, 2005A Poem by MeganThis is only the beginning of something I needed to get out of my system. Comments and criticisms are appreciated.
Seven months have passed yet you are still my first thought in the morning. Years of my life spent next to you have washed away like the scent of your cologne from my clothes. I wonder, do you still think of me? The stuffed bunny still sits on your bed, so what do you tell them when they’re under you? How do you fill the hole that was left by someone you called your soulmate so many times? A proposal was in the works before you told me that we needed space and it was time for a break. The word you fled from before our problems began was now the end of our romance. © 2008 Megan |
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1 Review Added on March 30, 2008 Last Updated on March 30, 2008 AuthorMeganNJAboutI'm full of all kind of emotions and I like to write about then when I can, even if it comes out totally wrong. I get my inspiration from friends and family and all the crazy situations I've been in. .. more..Writing
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