When it’s Gone
When I’m not here
You could not ask
Left me so blind
And your tears fell
No choice but mine
You said you tried
Spaces between time
We couldn’t align
—KAL85
When I’m not here
You could not ask
Left me so blind
And your tears fell
No choice but mine
You said you tried
Spaces between time
We couldn’t align
—KAL85
I think, She’s gone
I feel, So wrong
You bleed all the time
Whether known
Or not
And still
This consumes me
Until I rot
In time we decay
With no place to stay
—KAL85
It’s the end
No more friend
Delete, send
Home again
Will Impend
Is of Phlegm
Demise trend
No amend
—KAL85
Ad nauseum—you dumbfounded poets can’t frame a thought. Use a literary device at the very least. I don’t like to criticize but the approval rates on certain poems leads me to believe you ppl are basic and lack insight.
Comenzar lunmoxes
As I fell,
Not to stand
To never feel quite right,
Always left me confounded
Couldn’t remember the day it happened,
On record it was every thing that followed
Ephemeral bursts of light,
Were enough to bring you one last smile
Yet you left me reassured,
That I still had a chance
To watch me drown,
Had to be a subduing thing to do
—KAL85
Why is there always change?
It’s the reason I tend to fade
Why do all things stay the same?
It’s a perpetual tragedy on stage
Why must i relinquish control?
And must I grow old
Choices yield a penchant of obsession
It seems semantics and chemicals tend to avert my ennui and depression
As my mind is diametrically opposed to the people in this game
Like the spaces found in a schism or the immolation of pain
—KAL85
I heard it once, again
I miss you
It was them
Never you
Always me
What kind of love in return?
Hope to see you there
Is it too late?
Love you mom
Your bear