Storm outside,
On our side,
We can't cry,
So don't ask me to,
We can't go by,
Without trying,
We're not smart,
But we're not dead,
Maybe it's the cancer,
Maybe it's the suicide,
Maybe it's the smarts,
Maybe it's the fear,
Nothing can compare,
To a broken heart,
On a late afternoon,
Right before dinner,
Scream at your face,
Your covered in so much damage,
What was the point,
I am not a perfect human,
But no one is,
Especially when we decide to try,
Try for the night,
But we're not dead,
Maybe it's the cancer,
Maybe it's the suicide,
Maybe it's the smarts,
Maybe it's the fear,
Any moment,
I could cry at my sight,
I'm not pretty,
With a scar across my face,
All demented,
All for the books,
Beaten around,
Dragged around,
Wouldn't matter if I made it worse,
See the roaring winds,
The hail-like-snow,
The beautiful dark sky,
On a afternoon,
The last thing I'll see is you,
As I'm dragged away,
For ever in the rain,
Don't forget me,
But forget that I remember you,
Maybe you should forget me,
I'm not dead yet,
But your much more important,
Then what I've become
• • •
Dedicated to my wife.
-Jay
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PoezieHello, person whom must be reading this, my name is Jay, I write a lot of poems. So this will be a place I'll write them down for whom ever wants ideas, feels lonely, or wants to read. Whatever it may be, keep in mind there are trigger warnings, dee...
