Clear tears fall down
It's 2 AM and
there's not a sound.
You can only hear
your own heart race
as you close your eyes and see
his face.
You're trapped in
a dark gray mood
because everyone around you
seems so rude.
How could they laugh when
you're sitting in silence
their sick twisted words
in your ears like sirens.
"He doesn't love you
He doesn't care
He only wants to
take you from those
who'll be there."
Their words make
you red because
you know those are lies.
Because you dream about
the boy with ocean eyes.
Blue, gray, red.
It's all in your head.
As you search for his name,
you start seeing the colors of
pain.
2016 — SG
About the Creator
Serrena Gragg
Welcome to my poetry page. This is where I will leave pieces of me for those who care to read my thoughts.
More from me at
https://linktr.ee/Serrenathedead
xoxo,
S.g
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