Hey ho...
It's all my fault, as you know
I should have spoken, opened my eyelids
Confessed to my lover; my emotions
Instead.
Dreaming of guns and explosions
Drinking up attention like poisons
Instead.
Sifting through the all the versions
Of spilt personalities of unhappy persons
Instead.
Lurking in dark corners, seeking truth
And failing, to look at myself
Only to hate the reflection
Now.
Hope left the building, she'll always say no
Hey ho...
A great start with a nice poem, James M. S. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sounds like you really hurt someone and you're sorry. Hope you're on good terms now though. Great start.