Two weeks.
Since you last spoke a word, "Goodbye"
Unto me.
A lot of listening.
A lot of prayer.
A lot of eating.
A lot of drugs.
Your voice torn, weeks ago, but it changed when you spoke
to me again and my world flips upside down.
Just in times for Valentines day to be over
from the shadow of flowers; abloom.
grasped from the clutches of night; dawn.
Your voice melodious before, now heaven.
YOU ARE READING
okay poems.
Poetryfunny story; i write poetry but hate them all. heres the ones i hate the least i tried really bad to make a good cover. i promise
