serveitup61
04-09-2012, 01:13 PM
I lost.
Released my grip,
And now she’s gone.
Now what?
I can’t call,
But I can’t keep going.
The thought,
Of her voice hurts,
Like a fire you can’t stop.
I lost.
Let her run off,
Into the dark blue night.
I wrote a poem.
Yet I still lost.
Released my grip,
And now she’s gone.
Now what?
I can’t call,
But I can’t keep going.
The thought,
Of her voice hurts,
Like a fire you can’t stop.
I lost.
Let her run off,
Into the dark blue night.
I wrote a poem.
Yet I still lost.