I wrote this poem a while back and I wanted to post it.. I have a gift with being able to write poetry really easily and then I am pretty creative when it comes to guitar riffs so who knows...
Now I sit alone
When you're not around
I read aloud
Just to hear a friendly voice
Maybe a sound is too much to ask
Or maybe it's really a choice I never made
What difference does it make for in all my sadness?
You were really the only one that I'll ever need
Critique me please... I am very open to questions, comments and the occasional creative bashing I deserve.
I write poetry pretty often and since all of you seemed to like that one I will continue to post more of my works...haha. That one was about a girl that I had been seeing and then suddenly she stopped returning my calls and just ignored me all together. I think having "unrequited emotional attachment" (notice the word substitution) is by far one of the most devastating feelings possible.