He turned into my paper and pen

Thu, 05/12/2016 - 15:15 -- JenBarb

He walked in and he left

He left and he came

His heart and his soul

Was put to shame


I watched and I waited

I waited for his gesture

I couldn’t compare him

To any other sinner


I cried and I smiled

I smiled and I frowned

He left his scars on me

We didn’t share as many ups as downs


I didn’t know who to go to

Or how to get out of this mess

I had to let out my feelings

I turned to my paper and pen


I sat and I wrote

I wrote and I teared

The way that I wrote about him

Sounded so sad


I wanted him back

I wanted him gone

My paper and pen

Is what said it all 

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