To Grace,
you put me in dazed while I'm in a fragile state,
I let myself wait till eight
but I saw you with Dave.
there's so much man telling how perfect you are
and you easily get swayed by plucking the guitar
you see him as a superstar but he'll just give you a scar.
you're blinded by his jewelry
and he is smoking some cannabis,
but you're used to brutality it's too early to worry
you smiled once and he became amorous.
you need to wake up
he's with a slut and you
just forget his infedality
left you out there standing
even when he calls you demanding,
you keep glancing till you saw him dancing
with the girl that can sing.
oh right! you're supposed to be celebrating
waisted your time decorating,
but never saw him coming.
you're speechless, heartless
even though your hand hurt like needles,
just reach for my hand it's not worthless.
YOU ARE READING
To Grace,
PoetryTo Grace, I want to graze your cheeks where your tear leaks, but that's when your hands slip I tightened my grip when you ripped me apart embrace you is all I want even though that's not what our heart wants.
