by Splashley May 12, 2009
category :
Sadness, depression /
about death
I held up my bottle; put a gun to my head. I want to forget everything that you said. Like how you wanted her over me and lose all our precious memories. I pull the trigger as I hold my bottle. Tears come streaming down my face. Oh, how I loved you like no tomorrow. But your love faded away. |
I thought this poem is a great reflection on "regret" and i think it was well written although slightly confusing mainly because of how it was set out.. maybe spacing it out.. making the lines more defined this problem could be fixed .. just a suggestion |
by Lady Nik
You stand there holding the hand of the woman you now love; reading my tombstone that's covered in flowers saying that I died too young. |
Wow... this was a sad poem but kinda confusing. |