![]() GoneA Poem by John ByrdHollow.
Numb.
I've felt like this every night since you left.
My bed is cold.
A tattoo of his name is on you
While a tattoo of your name is on my heart.
It doesn't make sense.
I really wish it did. © 2014 John Byrd |
StatsAuthor![]() John ByrdDetroit, MIAboutJunior at Michigan State University. Hip Hop and poetry are my two favorite things. Childish Gambino is my favorite artist. Walt Whitman, Emily Dickinson, and Henry David Thoreau are my favorite .. more..Writing
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