This isn’t really a poem. It’s a mere thought of abandonment.

Roses lose their charm,

Fading away into the night as autumn approaches.

I look into the vast fields,

Waiting for night to come.

The darkness of midnight courses through me and 

I am enraged.

You fill me up with anger and

I am left with pain.

I step aside for you to pass through 

But you never come.

You make me wait for you 

Like I’m a stupid bum.

The cold of the season 

Makes me hate you even more.

I wait… I wait…

And you never come.

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  • FX777222999 on Dec 11, 2011

    Really an abandonment and your love?

  • Lovelies240 on Dec 11, 2011

    Yeah. This definitely isn’t my best work. I’m not too proud of it. But, It does show my feelings, which is why I wrote this.

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