Suspiciously Slipping

by Baby Rainbow   Jul 17, 2018




I used to be so happy every time you popped in my head,
but if I am being honest,
these thoughts of you now have me going out of my mind.

I became so suspicious of every word you said,
your silence became suspicious too.
Over the approaching winter nights,
we began to slowly pop like bubble-wrap.

I feel like I have lost what I could never replace;
we will never be what we could have been.

The big questions now scream inside my head:
Who will be the first to walk away?
Who will be the first to say goodbye?
Who will be the one to speak the final words,
before breaking hearts become strangers to the grieving soul?

Saffie
25

12/6/16

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