A work in progress, but here is a bad poem by me.
if i could catch a break i would be invincible
im too weak to keep living on principle
but hey, who ever said things can be good
who ever told me i could
im ready to let go of this planet
just can't seem to keep my head steady
so i keep treking
while it seems my actions continue wrecking
i used to love, laugh, learn and pray
now in my solitude state of mind, is where i stay
no one tells you that your smile is borrowed
taxed away till you pay it off with sorrow
if i could catch a break i would be invincible
im too weak to keep living on principle
but hey, who ever said things can be good
who ever told me i could
guess i was stolen, didn't shed a tear
what use are my eyes swollen?
this world is hard enough w/o troubles of the heart
so i wrapped it up and sent it away, needed more room for gray
i was happy, full, and the type to live
now i have only my indifference to give
i will be the warning example
from my stories please don't sample
i am a shell
if i could catch a break i would be invincible
im too weak to keep living on principle
but hey, who ever said things can be good
who ever told me i could
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