Sunday, August 21, 2011

The 5 stages of Grief

Life is a precious piece of paper
I've kept for all these years
and I don't know why.
Please let me know,
that you're watching over us.
Sorry I never said that I said
that I wanted to say that I
miss you.
Throwin those rocks at my
window. You were the
only one.
Midnight car broke
down. You would
have done anything
to see me
I couldn't care. enough. 
Lost it in the elevator
with you
It never hurt but it hurt
when I said I didn't love
you like that.
But I couldn't get enough.
Of each other.
Your dark long curly hair
you asked me if I though you
were ugly as we sweated in
your mom's big bed.
you made me bacon and eggs.
I kissed but didn't tell.
you really were my first love. 

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