2015 poem poetry friendship love hurt angst anxiety suffering
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i just want my friends back.
im getting sad thining about it
i cant stop thinking about it
its clouding my brain.
they left.
where do i go from here?
I feel so alone with out them.
Tick Tock... off goes my clock
Wake up, send a text....want to get a bagel?
Tick, tock...text me back already,
Yes, but your're paying.
Each flower
I picked for you
I wished and wished
For your words to be true
But even the steams
Knew you told lies
Slowly, they shrunk
Without saying their goodbyes
Each flower I picked
The elegance and permenance is not what makes it memorable
it is the image of each of you
strung out on a clothesline
with one throwing their had back in hysterics
and one staring blankly but never sorrowfully.
It was like <br>A bruise <br>The type of blue <br>Recognizable by a glance <br>Not sky blue<br>Not ocean blue<br>But bruise blue<br>Not peace nor mystery<br>But rough and harsh<br>Delicate and
It's Mr.fish who knows that Mr. crocodile is seek cause the live in the same world; the river.
I remember
Way back when
You and I first became friends
Life was just a play pretend
For you and I, there was no end
Subtle, sudden, stupid, trouble
