Go back to your dying

Alex PB

Notice of absence from Alex PB
Writin' more and more poems is my job,
I shall write when Shakespeare is back.

Everything changes now that we're different,

Everything changes now that we're growing,

Yet they still have a memory of us together, 

Whilst we're still trying to remember.


Though love brings two hearts together,

With 2 stabs it kills them forever.

And then we cry, 'cause we want them back,

Yet they turn around and spit in your face,

As if you're the one that hurt them,

And you helped them get the best,

Now tell me isn't it funny.


You could cry all you want,

But trust me, they won't come back,

Trust me, they'll leave you hanging,

Trust me, they'll turn around,

Spit you in the face,

And forget what you did,

'Cause you're a piece of shit aren't you,

'Cause they got the better morals,

Whilst you're just a person, lost in the crowd,

Crying over someone, 

Who's no longer around.


Tell me you've never met face to face,

Yet you've stood 2 metres away,

And trust me, I know the feeling,

But now it's over, the kisses you want to give,

The kisses you want to receive,

They were all a dream, now please,

Go back to your dying,

and try to forget.

  • Author: APB (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 1st, 2019 10:36
  • Comment from author about the poem: she knows.
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 23
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