Poor guy, having to endure you staring at him...just kidding..lol, pretty good,
He sits in the Rack n shack
Staring out
Just looking through the glass at me
I scribble poems and stare back
In my mind he thinks of what he did
Why he lost her
Why he drinks away harsh memories
A tear leaks out of his closed eyelid
The one memory unsuppressed
though it was drunk down and pushed away
It bobbles back like a bottle in a black lake
His hand now holds his forehead
His emotion is no longer repressed
A deathless heart alive with greif
Smiles when it hears of thee
Whisper now my secret love
Kiss my lips and rise above
Poor guy, having to endure you staring at him...just kidding..lol, pretty good,
Man, sounds like he hit it rough. Seem like when I use to be curled in the floor crying over NEVER being loved. Thank god, that's the past though. Nice job Tithe, keep it up.
Far be it for me to be anything special, when the only special thing I desire with me, is the special person I share my gifts with.
i liked the way you brought the guy to life ...i could see him tears and all
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