I have nothing to say about my poetry...That's your job. :) My thoughts are in my writing. |
Clawing through the lace
Of ancient memories...
Brilliance in a shard of glass
Looking through, I see the last...
Just going through the motions,
Drowning in the oceans...
She lives, in a house
Painted different shades of gray...
From the shadows I watch and see,
And count the times that you betray me...
You knew that you were wrong
And reached out for me in fear...
Well, here's the problem
Turns out I wasn't really all that interested...
Walk a few steps behind me,
Yes, follow me...
Middle of the night, walkie-talkie conversations
Meaningless maneuvers and time maniuplations...
Without you in it,
My bed is the worst place to be...
How many ways can I be wrong, before I realize I'm always right? Like those horrid country songs, he was never worth the fight. |
When a person is realistic about who they are and what they're looking for, they find it much easier to get what they want. |