How To Keep Him Riddled

I find myself feeling this way more and more often.

Living inside a dead coffin

Before I saw it, you found me

Before I lost it, you left me

Now that I'm found, you can't see

If it was so easy 

Why didn't you tell me?

So no longer you're blinded

I found you, I reminded

Before you lose your grip

I'll leave you with a tip

Maybe next time

You can have a rhyme

Just. Like. Mine.

Shindyle Shindyle
18-21, F
1 Response May 5, 2012

thank you. :)