I dont remember the last time i cried
Probably when my grandpa died
First a shock, then the ride back home
On the bus full of people i couldnt cry
For the man that gave me this ironic name
Its funny how i couldnt cry for him
My eyeballs watered but they didnt shed
Not a drop of the pain i felt within
Then my grandmother, she used to care a lot
She cried for me when i broke my hand
A sudden heart attack, in the bus i stood
Wasnt for all those strangers, to cry i would
Then you!, for whom i cared so much
Just like my grandparents you couldn't see
Because you were gone almost in a rush
That morning you heart stopped beating for me
They're gone forever, just like you and I
And even though, i was willing to try
I almost wept, when their hearts stopped beating
Just like when yours did, almost made me cry
I hope i see y'all at the afterparty
Ive heard wine is allowed back there
We can finally get wasted and i can let them all out
The tears that show just how much i cared.
- Author: camelot ( Offline)
- Published: October 17th, 2021 08:00
- Comment from author about the poem: What getting raised in an environment where i couldnt express my feelings will do to you. Also to my grandparents, im sorry i couldnt cry for you, and to the girl, im glad i didnt
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Comments1
Great poem. When we should cry, we don't, but that doesn't mean we don't care. In the quiet times, it all comes together, and we feel at peace with ourselves.
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