Not much you can say about love,
It is a four (4) letter word,
It comes out of your month,
You say it to me,
Like im your new dog,
You treat me like you love me,
But no emotions on your face,
As a tear rolls down my face,
The chair flies across the room,
I fall to the floor,
With mighty force,
I take a deep breathe,
My last image is you standing there,
Looking down on me,
With finely an emotion,
You wave goodbye,
As my eyes close,
I was now in a continued dream,
I dream or a nightmare,
Of you watching me and laughing away at my emteyness,
I bet you are still laughing.
For my bestfriend bree who died from her boyfriend hitting her,
he served no time in jail..
I am so sorry to hear about your friend. My thoughts and prayers are with you. Beautiful poem, keep writing! I hope it brings you some peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thanks Joy i ma gonna keep writing poems to me is something i feel but can't tell anyone so i write it and that makes me feel better..bree was my close and best friend and i am so mad that her ex boyfriend got away with murder but this poem mean ilot to me..thanks for commenting Anna P.S people out there reading this poem please comment about this poem..it would mean alot to me..