As I awake every time to tell you a story about my life
I couldn't help but notice, You don't even smile
no matter what I do, nothing I say seems worthwhile
because even If I were the greatest of jesters
You don't even smile
each time I try I'm left to take ponder on each step I take
yet I can't help but wonder, why still try
when you don't even smile
I can't even act surprised
even with how I'm excited to see you after awhile
Still You Dont Even Smile
I can't help but to think
If I were to die here,
If this were to be my last drink
If that conversation we had was our last
If after this night, I never come back
Would you finally smile?
As I am on the brink?
You would
At least It's what I think
after all,
no matter how many years are past
With every story, I tell and laugh I make
You don't even smile
You only stare at me with hate.

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Letters to You
PoetryThese are just small letters/poems to voice out my thoughts :)