Poetry Hour: 15 Seconds

15 Seconds

Scarlet letters spell guilt

Tears have no place here

Destruction has taken it course

Post-it notes left with the final answer

“I’m done”

but it didn’t take a rocket scientist

it just took a heart to care

I assume that has been misplaced too

Treasure trunks locked

Filled with enough sorry’s to last a while

But when in abundant, they mean nothing

So save the 15 seconds you’re short

Of making me give a damn

*Original poem. Please don’t steal*

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s