Meh
This poem doesn't really have a title... It's currently 1:38 AM and I'm ready to pass out, so I'm not trying to bother with a title right now. This poem is less than mediocre at best, but I'm going to upload it anyway. I've made it a habit to upload things and only check for spelling errors, so I might as well continue on.
I laughed when you said have hope
I cried when you said you were done
I should have known we would never elope
How could I chase away my warming sun?
My hands ball into tightly clenched fists
as you put this down and abandon me
Yet my love for you stubbornly persists
even though I know we will never be.
Oh god, please give me a sign
I need to know that you are at least alive
How could you leave me with this twisted design
I know you were hoping that I wouldn't survive.
I have much to live for and can not just lay down and die
I'll continue to push on through life without you
Knowing that your emaculate plan has gone awry
I'll leave this behind after watching your true color's grand debut.