Drip drop
the tears run down your face
like rain drops
helplessly I reach out to you
but a glass wall is in my way
your pain slams into my heart
like a hit and run accident
with no survivers
whatever happened to happy endings
whatever happened to the rainbow after every storm
did I imagine it
or did it all go away
I dont want you to go away
I need you
I wrote this about Austin a couple years ago. It was the last decent poem I wrote. I am not sure if I ever read it to him, he always said I write angry, morbid poetry. Damn I sure did love him, what kinda sucks is that a part of me still does. Pathetic huh?
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all words � Jennifer L. Bey, 2003.
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