This last poem I wrote about Emma was 2 years...
I had such...
I came into your room the other day
just to hang out and say hi...
Across the moss stitched bridge
clash thousand rainbows...
I feel it dying inside me.
Slowly fading into darkness...
And now shes done,
sick of constantly getting hurt...
She is struck
Her heart stops...
This is where our path ends
It is here we say goodbye...
I'm so tired of all the lies
I'm a big girl, I can handle it...
I have dreamed long,
all fantasies I know I can't have...
Yesterday, a ghost of an
old heartbreak came visiting...
On a break spent being astounded
as words fall powerlessly to the...
You can treat me like dirt,
but i don't care anymore...