The night breeze puts me at ease.
So I lite a smoke and take a drink.
Doing all I can, just trying not to think.
I look up at the stars, although I feel I'm behind bars.
Why did I treat you that way?
You deserved less than what I gave.
Too late now to change it.
Moving on knowing, I can't face it.
But the memory stays.
I must have loved you,
in some way but I cannot place it...
4 comments:
Beautiful poem. Do you write all of these yourself or do you post friends' poems as well?
Keep it up.
Thanks, They are all made up by me.
I appreciate the comment.
I'm at a loss for words lately?
Yes, the same happens to me at times, but something will happen that will just trigger a non-stop writing session. Unfortnately, it's usually unpleasant circstances that inspire such a marathon.
I completely agree.
Thanks for your comment!
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