A long year

A compilation of poems I made, thinking of how long this year has been.

Part 1

It has been a long year
And they lied to me.

Part 2:

I don't remember your eyes.

I just remember their color. 

The way it turned from grey to green according to your mood. 

Their shape, their size, the way they made me smile so many nights. 

The way they would hurt me if they rained. 

But I don't remember your eyes.

I don't remember your lips.

I just remember how they made themselves so comfortable inside of my eye lids. 

Your lips were the sun. And my lips are burned, and they never got to kiss yours. 

Maybe if they did, it would consume me, they would take me from this world to another. 

Maybe my body would have disappeared, melted with the poisonous dose of love.

But I don't remember your lips.

Part 3

I has been a long year.
And they lied to me.

All I remember is the smoke. All this year as been is smoke.
Smoke from the ashes that populated all the city skies from where I walked. 

Even your star was hidden away behind the thick smokescreen.

My closest friend had been with me watching the smoke. 

I talked with him so many hours about you. Hour after hour he would listen, and never judge. 

I guess cigars are good friends, although no one seem to think so.

Part 4:

It has been a long year. And they lied to me. They said time would heal.
They said time always is the best doctor. They lied to me.

Part 5:
I has been a long year. 

It was always raining. 

No matter where I went, there was just rain. 

I met people who I though would like to dance in the rain.

But all they wanted to do was go home to escape the rain. 

But I can't just come in like that. I just can't.

Part 6:
I has been a long year 

and I didn't even felt it pass.

Reviews

[Pax]

sad, it portrayed what it felt like to be broken hearted.... time heals, they say, and i say its a long process... very nice work here...