We'll miss her, we'll miss her
It's hard to reach out to a missing hand.
A woman.
A man.
It's hard to feel alive when your dying inside.
Feelings breathe.
Feelings die.
It's strange to watch another's bliss
when each shot's
a miss.
It's hard to understand when you're not around.
Feelings buried
underground.
That's all for now, but I like where this is going. I am definitely writing this down and going to work on it while I am down in PC this week. This just might be my next poem or song, depending on which I feel more inclined to expand. Well good night, good luck, and have a safe week guys.
A woman.
A man.
It's hard to feel alive when your dying inside.
Feelings breathe.
Feelings die.
It's strange to watch another's bliss
when each shot's
a miss.
It's hard to understand when you're not around.
Feelings buried
underground.
That's all for now, but I like where this is going. I am definitely writing this down and going to work on it while I am down in PC this week. This just might be my next poem or song, depending on which I feel more inclined to expand. Well good night, good luck, and have a safe week guys.