Dreams
I see your face,
I have to look.
You read me with grace,
like a romance book.
I need to find,
love's truest vow.
I left it behind,
I lost it somehow.
I was all for,
everything was great.
But then our connecting door,
lost our loving weight.
I don’t know where,
I ever went wrong.
It went downhill from there,
it didn't take very long.
My heart is growing weak,
my hands are getting cold.
This havoc that you've reeked,
will stay with me till I'm old.
You will have a chance,
to pay your last respects.
Cause you'll no longer have romance,
only a gloomy doom of debts.
This break is forever,
you have left your mark.
I will never again ever,
be left, by you, in the dark.
I think you know for sure,
what you meant to me.
I thought you were mature,
was blind-but now I see.
A wall will be made,
to protect my shattered heart.
So I will never again feel the blade,
when dreams end as fast as they start.
Written: 1998
Copyright © Angela Tawney-Nicholas | Year Posted 2020
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment