Poems I made(2021-ongoing)

I miss the time of our teenage lives

I miss the time of our teenage lives
Where we sat up on the roof.
We sung and played and danced in the rain,
And watched the sun rise and set.
We saw cars pass by and stars come and go,
The moon to the sun and back.
And now we’re older, and much more wiser.
The pouring rain,
And dripping dread,
The quiet nights,
And chirping crickets.
I sit at my desk staring out to this,
It is like the exact day,
The one I made a promise.
It reminds me of the one night I swore
And made a promise too much to hoard.
I said whatever happened to you,
I’d get revenge on whoever did it too.
My hands are bloodied,
And feet are dirtied,
And the ground is dark and wet.
The grave is oldened
And my heart has stoned
But there is still a place for you.
That place is empty, because you are gone.
But I made a promise, I swore;
That whatever happens to you
Will happen to whoever did it too.
Revenge! My love, it is just for you.
Do not be upset, you did bad things too.
The grave has been dug
And mine has too.
I ventured far to find the man.
The dirt is wet,
But it is new.
I am sorry for what I have to do.
It was necessary.
A pitch black sky,
And dark dark clothes,
Was the fact really under his nose?
An empty place in my heart you filled.
I heard the news yesterday,
That someone has taken you away.
Unfortunately for them,
I will -
I have -
Gotten revenge.
Nobody -
Nobody,
Takes my love away,
And if they do?
Then they will pay.
Because nobody takes my love away.
I made a promise to myself,
Saying that I’ll love you always.
ALWAYS.
And oh, if you do know me,
Then you know it is a promise I will not break.
I will go far past
Limits,
Planets,
And systems,
For you.
BECAUSE YOU HAVE FOR ME.
So, the only way to return the favor,
Is to dig this hole deep.
Deeper than six feet.
I will shove him in so he can not get out.
Buried alive, and never found.
Missing they will say,
But to his dismay,
Missing means death for this man.
His screams will please me -
Both me and you.
And I will not be sorry,
For what I had to do.
He killed you.
And my hands are bloodied.
My love,
My dear,
My darling,
It was just for you.
The man’s screams,
His shouts.
All he is letting out,
The guilt and pain of killing you.
I would still do the same, if I were him too.
I stare back at him and cover his grave.
Goodbye to the world, something he needs to say.
The sky is pitch black and so are my clothes,
Now it is time for me to come home.
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