Left,
Left; barely looking back.
Tears;
Tears have dried.
A broken heart that cried.
An ending love;
A pushing shove.
Boiling blood!
toiling flood.
Was Something,
wasn’t love.
Old sparks turn to new.
Old friends show the truth.
Too much;
Or not enough.
kindling burn of love.
Still emotions flowing through,
From an ex holding true.
Time to heal the wounds,
Grimy feeling too.
Taking time to mend the scars,
Of wicked slashes torn apart.
Healing, still, the words will prove,
nothing stops a worldly groove.
Sparks and booms.
Happy gloom.
One minute or next,
never get a text.
Could it be,
Other worldly?
Could it be,
Love absurdly?
The spark is new,
or is it old?
What part reigns true?
What part is cold?
Will the answer come?
Will it run?
An answer, not known.
A treasure, not shown.
About the Creator
Skip Andrews
I have been writing poetry and song lyrics for years. I wish to pursue a career in music. However, with all of my one off poems written, I felt the need to share those as well.
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