Untitle ~one

I wrote this on the bus going back to school from a Marching Band Competetion (We SUCKED). I was all Emo cause I miss my BoyFriend, (HE IS NOT A BOYTOY KATIE!!!!)

Songs of love gone bad,

Surrounding me.

 

Your phone call,

Still fresh in my mind.

 

Being so far away,

Always in thought.

 

All of this,

All combined together.

 

Is like salt,

Rubbed in fresh wounds.

 

When will this hurt stop?

Will it ever stop?

 

Looking to the future,

Hoping it is brighter.

 

Remembering the past,

Such happy and sad times.

 

Stuck in the present,

And all it's cunfusion.

Author's Note

Personally for just a quickie I think this is a pretty good one.

Reviews

[!!..Love..!!]

Very modern and fresh form of writing.