please keep the streets empty for me
for when I drive down
I want to see the ghosts of our past
lingering there so they don't see
what is to come of us
you and me
stop the music
in the name of not hearing your voice
I can not bare the thoughts of you
my head is full of the words you said
music can not make that go away
scratching at the places you knew
my body is an ode to you
while I wish it clean of your touch
you're a part of me
There is more to the world than you
I can see that now
in the words and sounds, I thought I couldn't
bare without you
I am fine without you
I wish I knew that all
so much sooner than now
About the Creator
Jazzy
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Head of the Jazzy Writers Association (JWA) in partnership with the Vocal HWA chapter.
The Devil's Triangle
The sails ruffled in the breeze as we cruised along. The Sea Breeze was a mid-size catamaran that sailed out of Royal Naval Dockyard in Bermuda. We had booked this trip weeks in advance and were now looking at our Captain, Spike and two boat hands. Paddy and Wilson seemed like nice guys, joking around with the passengers and telling us some stories about Bermuda that only locals would know. Their island accents sounded almost British but they were pleasant to listen to.
By Barbara Gode Wilesa day ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
I can relate to this, especially in my teens and early twenties
Well written! I love it. If you want, I have plenty of poems on my profil. It would be a please for me if you read one or two of them. I wish you a great day.