Poems from AlyssSings
I crave 'goodbye'
a word I never heard, only felt.
somehow I think the sound of it would have brought a peace
rather than the histrionics...
All I can hear is silence
and my feeble heart with its feeble beat,
And a muffled sort of laughter
as you parade around the street
With...
she loves me; she loves me not.
she promised she'd stay, but then forgot.
roses are red, like cardiac death.
violets are blue, like cold...