Food sticks like a lump in my throat
As I force down another mouthful.
It burns my mouth, my lips, my tastebuds,
And tears rise then gently fall.
I dream of a wonderland, pure like snow
Made by the talented hand of magic.
Happiness encircles me.
And I turn, awake again.
And your face is the first thing I see.
I cling to the memories, but know that if I didn't,
They'd stay to torment me anyway
The good times pushed aside by the bad,
Like the time I didn't get to say
Goodbye.
I love this one
and the message is SO simple
not getting to say goodbye .. got to be the worst possible thing
really well writen =]
x
wonderful poem yet so sad, well done.
Very sad and wonderful.
Steph Taylor
Tears rose then gently fell