Laundry

You forgot about me

As if I was a piece of clothes on

A laundry line

Left outside to dry

As you went inside

And let time pass by

As the clouds rolled in

You closed your shutters

I was only left to wonder

Would you ever come outside?

The storm is coming

The wind rocks me back and forth

I can easily be taken somewhere else by it

But I'm pinned

So instead here I am

Drowning in the rain

Confused if who I thought you were 

Was ever the same

As who you actually are

I try to listen to your voice

But all I hear is thunder and white noise

Maybe I wasn't listening hard enough

Or maybe you just never spoke

Either way you aren't here

So I'll just hold all this water

And let it soak

Why is it that to you I am no more important

Than one of your many pairs of blue jeans

That you forgot to bring inside?

Reviews

[Pete]

you have a clever/sarcastic way of looking at things which is very creative and pleasant in a refreshing way. there is an honest, playful, innocense to your writing. a sense of insecurity. flows very well. nice style.

[Laurel Marie]

Your an inspiration. I love it still!