I love you and it's killing me
Waltz right in so easily
I love you and it's breaking me
But do I go or do I leave?
I don't want to be another
Name on the wall
But I don't want to be standing there
Watching you fall
Do I go with you, but
Leave everything behind?
Or do I stay and live
With regret on my mind?
I'll just sit out another night
Watching the stars go by
I wonder if you think of me
Or if you even want to try
Do I turn the page
And run away?
Or do I close the book
And live out my days?
Is this even love
Or some malformed hate?
Are we doing okay
Or will we die on this date?
Maybe this is the end
And we haven't noticed yet
Maybe we will die tomorrow
And there will be no more threats
Oh, you thought I was done with angsty poetry? WRONG! I'll write as much sad love stuff as I like, thanks. But in all seriousness, it's how I poetry. Yep, just made a new verb.
Comments
I really liked the rhyme
I really liked the rhyme scheme, and I do happen to quite like angsty sad love poetry, which might indicate a problem, but anyway, I really like this. And I love your new verb. :)
The most astonishing thing about miracles is that they happen.
-G. K. Chesterton