In the dead of night, When life itself is still I lay there, In the warmth of my cacoon And think, Remember every detail of my life, But my thoughts always linger On one set, The memories of long lost texts, Of true laughter And unforgettable nights, As the liquid emotion splashes across my cheeks I mumble your name Tasting the love, The comfort the word once held, But now the bitter aftertaste erupts around me, Pooling regret in my head I remember, Remember losing the best part of my life, And as I close my eyes for another night 3 words pass my lips The 3 words that once ruled my life, 'I love you' This is a poem I wrote a while back, whilst I was still in a relationship, well a couple days ago the guy dumped me this poem suddenly seems kind of relevant, Just thought I would share this with you guys, enjoy my bad poetry
I like it. Can I post one of mine that is on roughly the same theme? You don't mind? If we're feeling sorry for ourselves, then I might as well join in. Also, check my 'Poem' thread for another one I wrote. ---------- Post added 4th Mar 2013 at 05:25 AM ---------- Ok, here we go. Vicki Thompson Love Stop The walls of my love have fallen down, I don’t remember seeing them slip but one day I could feel the cold. The glow from the fire that flushed my cheeks is now the harsh northerly slap that blew my warmth south. Constant gusts rattle the roof, and the slant rain runs down my face. The boxes of my trinkets and jewels I now stack up as a token wall, but the damp seeps in through the gaps and the cardboard sags and disintegrates. My heart is a bus shelter, windows broken, and everyone can look inside. Exposed and weathered pail by day shrunk and shivering, dark by night. Smiling hours made idol chat when talk was formed of happy sounds now all I hear are single words spoken by others who are looking away. Instead my love stares down the road waiting for a lift to somewhere else but the only bus that comes my way goes round the block and back again.
