#WritcoPoemPrompt11
The days were unending as were the nights,
She waited and waited and waited,
But there seemed no hope in sight…
she asked herself why are the sweetest memories
the most painful
why can't I forget it's like
I'm chasing wind I can't seem to get the dust
I'm starting to realize that your
love was indeed poisonous
it's a lovely cold night on the streets all alone
I feel a spark
and I fear that's another scam.