Burned

What can happen when friends do you wrong

Burned

 

Sitting here as I listen to the wind all I can think about is what's going on around me.

Walls will go back up.

Words will not leave these lips.

I will hide, try and find me if you dare.

Trust is a problem and it will never be the same.

I used to listen with my heart, now it will only be with my ears.

No more feelings, no more tears.

Author's Note

once again just be honest...I can take it

Reviews

Wow! Excellent!! Simple, yet powerful! I love every line of this poem! Keep up with the great writing!!! I hope to read more of these in the future!!!