Faces

You can't bring the past back.

I have lost all of my words

There are no pictures left

                to feel anything for

It was always us

You were my friend

                now I’m sitting here alone

It’s almost like you are gone

Some think it weird that I still love you

But I was just thinking

                of you

I hope you’re still a gorgeous soul

Like I remember

 

It was always us

You were my friend

                now I’m sitting here alone

Author's Note

All of my poetry comes from the heart.

Reviews

[Chris]

Defining "broken" is harder than most understand. But you do know when you "feel" it.

[Wild Willow Blue]

Yes, Chris. You only truly understand "broken"once it invades your soul. Thank you.

[Keith LaFountaine]

Intense emotion layers this wonderful poem. Excellent work. Awesome use of imagery. Though short, it has a lot to say and leaves a lot to chew on.

[Wild Willow Blue]

Thank you so much, Keith. I am so glad that you enjoyed it. :-)