Poems from RAstal
WELL THEN.
I;m not very good at goodbyes, hellos, or anything in between.
I can't make heads or tails why you think that I am a good...
If I could have one hour
again with you,
I would ask how Heaven was,
if that was what they called it.
I would ask if you were sad,
or...
When I see you, sometimes
I think that I miss you.
When I hear you, sometimes
I think that I am blue.
When I think of you, always
I know...
All the sad songs just keep playing,
And I can't keep on swaying.
That world is falling to hell
And the mind isn't all that well.
All the...
I am not usually talking.
I prefer to listen and breathe.
But when you spoke to me,
it was, in the least, shocking.
I am not usually...