Forgotten
My lips are dry
My hands are cold
My dreams are trying to get out
but my skin is screaming to be bold
I have a dream that has come to an end
forever just a whisper upon your sweet skin
Dead am I to what I wanted to be
slowly slipping into misery
I cannot breath my breath excruciating
not at all the life I was anticipating..
How did this happen with one cruel word
you sat and listened but I was never heard
I wanted to be so much and often just longed for your forgiving touch
How did this happen
when did I die
I feel my whole life has been a lie
It is me that I miss
not your smooth courageous kiss
it is me that is gone not you that has left
My hopes and dreams died you see
It was not what I wanted it to be....
I was dreaming a dream of being a dancer
My Life Ended the day they said you have Cancer....
Copyright © Laura Bonneville-Delacroix | Year Posted 2015
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