Across me silent a distant soul,
Crossed my heart to let go of the pieces,
The pieces that's still in corners of me,
Screaming at me "now please let me go",
"I'm miles away so just go away,
Give me back my pieces of me,
And the dusts of them too,
Just give me back the me, the pieces of me."
His eyes scream at me.
And I'm zoned out, I'm totally out,
Cause he smelled of cigarettes and very wrong decisions.
YOU ARE READING
I Wrote It All For Me
PoetryPoems. For myself, of my moods, my life, just me and my feelings. Most of them are fictious (or are they?). I'll leave it to you readers, let your imagination wander.
