last time


last time

I try not to think about how it’s going be,

My mind sober and running free.

My drug, my friend, my great escape

My love, this end I will create

So sad, a story hardly told

Green that glitters sweet and gold.

Always there, to take me away

As I smoke my life away…

I bid farewell, to start off new..

On this earth in which you grew.

You took me places, I’d never go

I met some faces, I still don’t know.

I laughed at shit that wasn’t funny

It was raining but still so sunny.

A happy time : it’s just a drug

One last kiss, one last hug

My final breath, I breathe you in

As I hold I count to ten

I breathe you out and I feel so right

To stay away, I‘ll have to fight.…

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

kijealy’s Poems (48)

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