This is not a poem, it is regarding my chronic...
Just thought I'd share...
Please forgive my petulance,
It's not who I'm meant to be...
If I am an old house,
Broken windows, rotted woodwork...
You say, when I say how much I miss you,
It's not as if you dont miss me and want me there...
I hate how when I'm gone,
It's out of sight, out of mind...
Glorious days i spend with you,
After all this time I am free...
You are the calm in my soul,
When we're apart there's a storm that rages...
Denial, it's not just the name of a river,
It's reaching for a baguette from out of a quiver...
Down, down
Down in the deep...
I give you my heart on a plate,
Please don't tred on it...
I sit on my couch,
Looking at the clouds going by...
Sleeping and crying is all i can do,
Everything hurts from missing you...