Emptiness of deathA Poem by Johee Poetry
Posted Date: : Jun 22, 2007 11:20 AM
I looked at her pretty face but there was no expressions Sadness is all I saw and this was a repetition of her everyday life Wondering what made her that way I introduced myself to her Every morning I felt an emptiness of death in her innocent soul I knew she didn't feel loved because she was so cold I discovered so much in one day She had so much to say She opened up little by little in her own way I was invited to her world I found out she wasn't treated right She was verbally abused by her father I couldn't believe how this man treated her daughter She was trapped in four lilac colored walls They should've just called her the slave in that house I never understood why they never let her out As we started hanging out I got to know her She was an emptiness of death She was there..but that soul wasn't happy I wanted to make everything better so we became best of friends I could only do so much until the end The end of what became the worst Her betrayal hit me like a blink of an eye I saw the truth behind that emptiness She is someone better called a s**t Her jealousy and rage was seen I thought that couldn't be Her misery needed company So she decided to choose me She wanted to ruin my happiness She wanted to take the things that made me happy Taking my first love was an accomplishment for her She never appreciated all the things I did for her But I guess She wasn't a best friend after all She chose a bad gangster over me I guess till this day she is a lost soul Who still hasn't had her goals met She is an emptiness of death If I only knew that pretty face was a mask of deceive If only I knew all the disappointments I would receive She will always be an emptiness of death © 2011 Johee Poetry |
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Added on April 29, 2011 Last Updated on April 29, 2011 AuthorJohee PoetryMiami, FLAboutHello, my name is Johee and I am 25 years old. I'm currently living in Miami Florida I have been writing poetry for more than 10 years. please tell me what you think of my work. dont hesitate .. more..Writing
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