Put that picture back in the frame
give back the ring and my name
Here is a poem I’m writing for you
In broad day light when the sky is still blue
I can’t take hurtfulness and shame
For unknown reason you hold me to blame
We lost everything hope, love our warm home
Now walk blindly and find your own
Blackness has fallen in my heart and it aches the most
Anger, rage loss all in me, now I’m the host
Go dream pray for maturity and age
You should do it just figure it out and arrange
Done with the fight we drag us down
Now in the dead sea we watch us drown
We don’t really have a choice
Stop crying you are making noise
My frightened heart looks up to glory
I no longer feel the connection in our touch
So this is the end of our story
©mylcebon
M