Small town, Illinois
This poem is a vent. I wasn't really gonna bother with the syllables pattern tonight. Enjoy?
I watched as you packed your bags
I took a picture and hoped it would last
Memories are my only thoughts
But they just linger in our past
I'm just that apple who fell too far from the tree
I'm just burning; rotting away
While your growing into something more promising
Having your moment in the light of day
Did you feel it when I said 'i love you'?
Did I ever catch your glance?
Who were you trying to fool hun?
Did I ever stand a chance?
Was I just apart of this act?
A pawn in this charade
Now your gone and I'm left here
Leading in this sorrowful parade
All the laughs you sang
Were prolly killing you inside
A plaster mask on your face
I guess it was that easy to hide
But these odds are against me
And all bets are off
Its hard to face these truths
But I finally see that I was better off