stomp. i could have been yours forever and ever but you chose to be clever waiting after we broke up for two days before you started your playing ways lets not even ask why you never drank from the flask and when we rarely, if ever, kissed you turned your head away, and i got pissed i still loved you truly and dearly did you feel the same for me? not nearly i weeped for love, got only hate and felt like eventually leaving the state dont be cold, i said in bed but you were to me, sex life dead i wanted to know, where did we go wrong right after that game of ping pong and i feel fear: that i may grow to be like you and if this is true, i'm through and when i sold the house, i cried as inside of me, a little bit died and as i write this, trying to control my tears my love, above is who i hold dear do not challenge me, for i may be blue it was my choice as up i grew do not mistake me for being a fool for you may be cruel but what was i? a toolBirth sign: Aries
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