Monday, April 12, 2010

I just want to scream...

I'm scared to death
that things may never be the same
and the past is forever forgotten
I miss you more than this poem
could ever describe
I don't miss the way your lips felt on my pale skin
or your chest pressed against mine, feeling your heartbeat
but your voice
and the way it could calm me
with just a word or two
and the way you looked at me
you weren't full of anger and despair
now there are just snake bites
wrapped around those big eyes
that used to look like beautiful meadows
and mine are now dying suns
I miss our friendship
I wish it would return like the seasons do
because they always do

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