My Oh My

Times flies,

As you cry,

Sitting and staring at the sky,

Wondering about you and I,

You seem to yell out "WHY",

Sometimes a guy like you was shy,

A time that never would lie,

I shall be left to cry,

In the wake of your sighs,

As you look to me and say goodbye,

Right before you die.

Reviews

[Black Cat Fever]

Rather sad at the end but you carried the rhyming scheme nicely all the way to the end of this poem.

[Ruth]

Beautifully penned love! Sad but poignant
xx

[Art Sun]

nice work Stacey...

death is a view from two sides...

[KatiePie]

Straightforward and beautiful. A lovely piece to read.
-Cathrine

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

thoughtful~ bittersweet~well done~

[ScarlettTheDreamer]

Beautiful. Short. Lovely.