Poems from vintagethoughts
I was cut off from you,
Though this was nothing new.
I knew it was bound to happen one day
For I was just a pawn to play.
You used me for...
Big hands,
Soft like
Clouds that
Quickly turned
Into violent
Fists scarred
With the
Old memories
Of us.
True love.
An idea warped by society,
Only known to a select few
Who have found themselves
Lucky enough to be in a
Healthy relationship...
But you creeped up on me,
Silently.
You enveloped me in your arms,
Holding me in a tight embrace.
Promise me you'll never let go.
We used to be inseparable,
But that quickly changed.
When he came along,
By you I became estranged.