You left a book on my desk,
I hope you didn't mind.
I read it through very slow,
The first chapter really chimed.
It was about you and all you do,
It was such a vibrant view.
Then all of a sudden,
I came into all that you do.
The second chapter was very quick,
I feel bad for not knowing,
How I made you very sick,
I didn't know what I was doing.
I wasn't sure what to say,
Remember, that day in Gym?
Remember how I tripped on my shoes?
Could I really have said anything then?
But I don't want you to feel alone,
Because I'm right here right next to you.
I know there's more, so what can I do?
The Epic Return to Poetry (Needs Critiquing)
Lily Venia Vitalis
· Wed Sep 16, 2009 @ 02:41am · 0 Comments