you once told me
that i make a great poet,
that the words i speak,
bleed with emotions and feels.
you once asked me
to write you a book,
so that when it works,
you can brag about it to the world.
you once promised me
that if i publish it right,
you'll be buying copies
from every bookstore you pass by.
so if i write one today,
if i bleed lyrics in my sleep tonight,
if a tsunami of words screams through my mind,
if my pencil turns into broken fingers,
if i end up doing it right,
and if i publish this emotional grenade of mine,
will you come down from heaven
to complete the promises you once made?
YOU ARE READING
7 Weeks Without You ✓
PoetryGrief is a five letter word but the turbulence it creates can last as much as five years, maybe even more. 7 Weeks Without You is not a story, but a state. Each week reflects one stage of grief: grief for the death of your loved one. Genre: Poetry ...
