by Mia Oct 2, 2012
category :
Miscellaneous /
Misc. poems
You saw me but i didn't see you, until the night you made a sound. Unaware of what it was or the location.....I start to cry and plea for Help, Help in every direction. Help is not what I got...to the left, to the right, up down and all around...S.O.S. is what I seeked. Outside in a tree...up up, way up high looked to be a bird in the sky but not, in a faux pose there sat my ex-beau that saw what i saw...him. He tried to hide but I'm a good seeker...down, down, down he fell, to the ground "Crack" was the new sound. Dead, dead, dead was all he could be... |