Mess you made

by The Lady of Shalott   Oct 20, 2006


I want you to know, late at night,

I clutch my pillow close, so tight.

I pretend its you, pretend you're back again.

But, then the truth hits me, and my pain unfurls from within.

Tears leak out of my hurt eyes, and race faster down my face.

But none hear my lonely cries my tears increase their pace.

My heart can't take it, my heart, it slows.

My life begins, intensely, to fade,

My soul leaves, my pain grows

But it's over now

Look at the mess you've made

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  • 17 years ago

    by Rain

    You might want to edit your poem because of the spelling errors but nicely put