Roscoe Lane
Roscoe Lane
Feb 23, 2012

Just gone...

Just gone…

Your tears ran down my back,
it tickled, I would have laughed
most times.

Why am I not laughing,
we shared something
now gone. Where does it go,
not to someone else,
is it just hung until
the next heartbreak.

Is this we speak of only for pain,
can anyone feel this.
Hope not, this hurts like hell,
worse than, well maybe
physically but I’m, no in time
thinking, mental hell.

Hope I don’t cry as so many songs
say I won’t it’s not my way.
Leave, but I’m wondering if,
for fuck sake move.

Ok feet, there’s the door,
this is hard, feel the way.
Open the door, at last
I think, god, I don’t believe
in him.

Bye, stop, move,
I’ll miss this.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Just rattled out...In time it changes..

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Region, Country: Scotland, Ayrshire land of Burns.., GBR

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Comments

weirdelf

this is just a sad lost poem. It lacks the universality that makes real love poems.

It is a private poem, just for her.

Tell me how wrong I am.