The screaming stopped long before it was over.
Drip, drip before the splat.
This broken heart plays a melancholy tune.
A wicked smile across innocent lips.
No more tears will spill.
A bittersweet goodbye to those salty pests.
She will ache no more.
You can't hurt what is already dead.
The last beam of light fades from drunken pools of sorrow.
Judge me not fair Lord,
for you've caught me at my worst.
This is not the me worth knowing.
A beaten down drunk,
given up too quick.
No will to live.
No grieving shall take place,
as her ashes spread across the dirt.
Why miss someone who was never really there?
She was forgotten long before it was over.
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Aww this was quite sad...
Often it seems that the fear of being forgotten can be the worst fear you can ever feel--and it leads to the worst kind of depression.
Good job on this...
and you're uploading poems like your life depends on it! Lol...How do you have so many new ones in such a short time? Do you just keep on writing them, or do you have them already written and you're just submitting them? -
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The last two out of the three I wrote just yesterday due to extreme boredom but quite a few of my other poems were written a few years ago and i decided to post them on here..
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