You were going to become a philanthropist
And I was going to build orphanages
We made plans together
Now we are barely on talking terms
I hate to see you go
It hurts and I cry
Bawling my eyes out did no good.
You were far too gone
My cries failed to reach you
My heart lost contact with yours
The sane part of me went into hiding.
My honest part left
Without a backward glance.
YOU ARE READING
Random poems
PoetrySometimes, the only way we can truly express ourselves is by penning our emotions. When we need to be heard, but no one seems to listen. The only option is to write in hope that someday, someone truly worthy will listen and understand.
