Its been 6 weeks since you last called.
Its been 6 weeks since I last slept.
The nights, they just fly by without you here.
How can I ever live without you?
The days go by so slow
that I might just go insane.
Without you here I feel, I feel like
I am missing a part of me.
I tell myself you just left for a bit
and soon I'll be back in you arms.
But once the lights go down I see
your face making me
shine brighter then the sun.
But once the lights come back on
I know it is all just a lie.
Wait life its self is a lie.
Just a huge lie.
We live this lie for others amusement.
The person who made up all the lies
has his own plans that we can not control.
Comments about this poem (6 Weeks by Kelsea Osterman )
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