I'm not really much of a poet
but if I was,
I would write about
all our crimes
thru times.
and I would write
about how everything felt right
that night.
I would tell the world
how you
were my brightest light.
I would
tell them all about our fights
I would
tell them about how you pick up
the white dress
with pride
and how much I cried that night,
when you asked
me to be your bride.
I would only write about
how messy
things got after that
chapter.
and maybe I would
write about how
things got empty
after you,
how the stress
undressed my white dress.
I would write about
beauty and
this pretty city.
I would not
write about how...
hell with it all and this rhyme.
I would just try to make my suicide note rhyme.
YOU ARE READING
Poems from a mind of a dweller
PoetryWords formed by a mind with many eyes. Words by someone with a depressed mind. You may relate to the words. You may not. I try something new, they say that is the way to expand your awareness of your reality and change perception of your inner an...
