What Would You Do- A poem by moi!

[Shadows Orchid Child]

This is a poem I wrote a couple years ago when I still wrote poems. I'd like to get some feedback on it, tell me if it's good or if it should just be scraped or anything else you feel like telling me about it for that matter.

All sorts of comments and critisism welcome xd


Alright and here it is:




What would you do?

Picture me gone,
was I someone special to you,
did I bring a smile to your face,
or was I just an acquaintance,
someone you barely knew,
what would you do if I were to leave,
if you could never see me again,
would you say goodbye,
would you look at me at all,
would you tell me you love me,
or would you just not care,
and if I were to laugh at you,
for being such a fool,
and in knowing I was leaving soon,
would you tell me off,
or would you take it all in,
knowing it might be the last time you were to ever see me smile,
if it would be the last time you ever heard me laugh,
and if you regretted,
never telling me things,
what would you do,
if you were to forget half the things you wanted to tell someone very special to you,
what would you do?  

[Shadows Orchid Child]

And here is another poem I wrote a few years ago while going through one of my *ahem* phases. Enjoy and leave comments on either poems please.

He Calls Himself A Fool

You had a crush on the nicest guy around,
Only to realize what you had found wasn’t heaven after all.

Poison,
He poisoned you like a drug you had to go back for more,
So much pain for one heart to go through,
He lied to your face,
And like an idiot you believed every word he said,
Believed he was god,
Only to realize too late he was actually a snake bent on ruining your life.

Heartache,
When he left that’s all you felt,
The pain of your mistake,
One you won’t make again no matter how much he begs,
But then he comes back,
And yet again you believe him,
What a foolish heart.

Crying,
Tears of sorrow,
Tears of regret,
And yet you know you’ll do it again until one of you is dead,
Can’t you see he’s got a hold of you by strings,
You’re a puppet in his shows and he is the puppeteer,
You’ve lost control of your life.

Death,
The sweet, sweet call of freedom,
You lift off,
You’re welcomed by lovely hands,
Hands that tell you everything’s going to be alright,
He didn’t mean to kill you,
He didn’t mean to destroy your life like he did,
He didn’t realize he loved you.

Pain,
you feel the pain he feels,
The kind that makes you want to end your life,
He feels you near him and as he holds that picture of the two of you at the beach he whispers: “I’m sorry, I love you”,
And he knows you forgive him even if he can’t forgive himself for even though he didn’t point the gun or pull the trigger he feels like he did.

He moves on,
He finds someone else,
Someone who he treats better than he treated you,
But you still haunt his memory,
He still blames himself,
He still thinks of what could’ve been,
He still loves you,
And he calls himself a fool because he didn’t see the angel before she died.