Mutual Death


on

3 comments

You..
are the savior
to my thoughts
Yet, you-
like a dying butterfly-
Lie down on the floor,
Unable to save yourself..

You twit me..
For not holding on..
To a life worth fading,
Yet you die on

We are two different reasons
You die because you were never loved
I die because I never could..
And we have the
same ending


I was just trying to write some free verse..I don't know if this went well or not.
Anyway it still isn't a poem.

3 comments

Leave a Reply

Just say it.