through her eyes

 

You showed me the world ,

you taught me how to write poems ,

you showed me pictures .

You held onto me when someone lied to me ...

 

but when we both knew that i lied to the whole world .

 

you held my hair back while i puked out your portal to life .

 

You showed me the world through your beautiful eyes

and all i did was ,

call you crazy and push you away .

 

We got stuck in ditches then watched some guys push our car out .

we gave your cats rabies in our undies .

 

but now there is no we ...

there is a YOU .

and a ME .

 

i don't want to be like everyone else ,

writing hate poems , remembering all the mean things you said or did ...

i want to be me ... writing poems to you , remembering all the silly things you said and did ...

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

this poem is well ... pretty self explanitory ... if your that someone in partculair [ can't spell worth shit ... ahaha shit ?! ] i bet that's getting a little old : P
you do not have to reveiw or anything , just hope you read it and soak it in .
i'm me ... not the other people .
I'm Esme : P

Reviews

[waywithwords]

Yes you are you and you can write just what you feel my friend and I like your approach too. HUGSxxxxAnne