PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

Pink Purse


Damn, I miss you.

 

I  cannot belive this happened.

Why can't you be alive and well?

 

I miss you so much. 

 

Ever since that day almost a year ago,

I've been hallow. 

 

You were part of me.

We shared blood. 

We shared thoughts.

We shared a passion.

We shared the same temper.

We shared a mother.

 

They say it was an accident.

But you were a good driver.

I know that. 

 

For months,

I couldnt sleep without our brother with me. 

 

I will never forget it you.

 

We buried you with a pink purse.

But I hate that,

that was you

 

You are full of life.

You loved to have fun.

You loved fashion.

You loved animals.

You loved books. 

 

I miss you so much

But you had been missing for years. 

I missed you much longer than just a year. 

 

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.

988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.

sadiemiller96

View all poems →

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

Comments are closed for this poem.