She is left out,
She is sitting there,
Begging for hell to come.
It is her current desire.
They left her quiet
And do not notice
Or even care
That tears are filling her heart.
But are you feeling the arms
I wrapped around your absence
And that I laid my hand above your head?
I am taking the responsibility
From now on.
I promise.
YOU ARE READING
Facets Faces
PoetryTrue art comes from your inner self. This collection of modern poetry contains truth, fiction, emotions, and all of the beauty we forget to notice around us. You will find older poems that you will probably know from my Poetry Collection but also pl...
