My Plea
As, I sit in this room I can’t help but think,
What all would have happened if one thing went right that week.
Maybe I would have cried less, or maybe some more,
But all I wish is that you didn’t walk out that door.
The last time I saw you, you wore a smile.
A smile that only lasted one short while.
Things with us were not quite right,
And the more I talked, the more we started to fight.
Maybe I shouldn’t have pushed you, but what good would that have done.
For all I know, you still wouldn’t have taken the bullets out of that gun.
If I could make it up to you, I would take everything back,
And maybe just maybe my heart wouldn’t have this crack.
But now you’ve left me with only this letter, all the things you said were true.
That I treated you wrong and you deserve better, in the note that they found next to you.
I just want you to know that you mean the world to me,
And that if I had just one more chance, I would make this plea.
Please don’t leave me, or leave this world.
Because when you left, you caused our feelings and emotions to be twisted and twirled.
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