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What Exactly Are You Saying

You love this man you claim, But still you flirt with others On your hand, tattooed his name, Saying I love you is hardly the same Getting drunk to feel alive, Solely but slowly your dying inside Talk is cheap you say, Actions are what's real The cards are on the table and it's time for you to deal I tried to help you , All I could And understanding, I thought you would My trusting you would be, A great mistake indeed Weak I know you're not, It's lazy that you are I'm not trying to be rude, Or hurt you in any way The difference in my mood, I want to see you live another day You choose to live, or you choose to die It's not up to me, not anymore I gave you the options but the choices are yours I'm looking at you, And all I can see Is a disturbed little girl, As fragile as can be You ruined your life, When you began to drink You hurt your children, Why didn't you think? With alcohol and drugs , There's no way out You'll always scream and shout about You against the world, That is how you see And all your loyal friends became enemies You can't tell the day, You can't tell the time All you can tell is what color - Color of wine it is that your drinking You lost all touch with reality...

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Date: 1/4/2009 4:43:00 AM
Tyesha - Good morning - Boy this Poem sure hit home with me - I was a Meth Cook and Convict most of my life and I let my Children down so bad - Funny thing is when I was younger I figured out me and Alcohol was a bad combination and quit drinking when I was like 22 - I never wrote a poem until I was 41 - I was doing a S.H.U. term in Prison and I broke down and prayed for the first time since I was just a boy and I got up and Poetry just started to pour out - Great Poem - God Bless, MJ
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Date: 12/31/2008 8:44:00 PM
very, very, vwery deep...i like. i wish some people realize what there doin to there kids and others...no matter how much i try to push them away they still come back...sorry...nice..no *Beautiful* write... *Breana
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