6 Weeks - Poem by Kelsea Osterman
Its been 6 weeks since you last called.
Its been 6 weeks since I last slept.
The nights, they just fly by without you here.
How can I ever live without you?
The days go by so slow
that I might just go insane.
Without you here I feel, I feel like
I am missing a part of me.
I tell myself you just left for a bit
and soon I'll be back in you arms.
But once the lights go down I see
your face making me
shine brighter then the sun.
But once the lights come back on
I know it is all just a lie.
Wait life its self is a lie.
Just a huge lie.
We live this lie for others amusement.
The person who made up all the lies
has his own plans that we can not control.
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