A PoemNov 21st, 2013 | By Special Contributor | Category: Essays
When your not around my smile turns into a frown.
When I see your face I’m disgraced with a bitter taste,
Time with you is a waste that I can not seem to escape,
Moving on is the right action to take , But instead I sit and wait, feeling guilty about any forward step I take.
For now I’ll wallow in my selfish sorrow. I can not help
hoping one day I’ll be able to grasp the bright light of tomorrow.