I started doing a bit of poetry. This is my first free-verse poem.
People don't truely know me.
I'm tired of this world, powerfully defeating my sorrows.
Maybe it's just you.
I laugh with everyone else, talk to everyone else.
But you, sir,
you're the one person that can make me cry.
You don't even realize it,
but the moment you speak, I practically die.
With you, I aint' got it good,
while the rest of the world is ready to forgive.
So I say goodbye.
Goodbye to all of the greif and ruefullness that you've given me.
Goodbye to your wrath.
I'm done with this,
all of it.
xEscape Velocity · Tue Feb 01, 2011 @ 03:00am · 0 Comments |