Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

August 2, 2012

I Would've


Everyday I wither away
I remember every word you'd say
It was all a lie, one I believed
I'd swear to you each and every day

What does it mean?
What am i to you?
Confused and Broken
Too scared to look like a fool

I'm nothing now,
Ive not listened like I should've
If only I knew what I knew now
I could've left...I would've.

Am I enough now?
Am I all what you want?
New questions creep into my mind,
lurking and they haunt.
Only to sit there. Unanswered.
Will they ever be?

1 comment:

  1. this poem is beautiful.Alexandria, you are a great writer:).
    XOXO,
    Artemis Moon

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