PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Extinguish the lies and the hatred

Forget about what you said

I need you out of my life

And your image out of my head.



I have this priceless gift

The gift of life, you see.

But it really is wasted,

It's obsolete to me.



I wish I could escape this torture,

I wish this dream was fake.

But I can't stop this nightmare

Even when I'm awake.



You're oblivious to how I'm feeling,

You don't understand who I am.

I'm really beginning to wonder

If you even give a damn.



But then I picture your eyes

Those beautiful pools of ink

And then everything disappears

Because I've had too long to think.



The bitter irony is:

I know I'm falling in love.

But I'm falling too swiftly,

I need the wings of a dove.



Clocks are ticking quickly,

I'm all alone in this place,

And that's why I need to forget

Your beautiful, haunting face.