I'm new to writing poetry and i don't have many to submit.. but i really want to know what people honestly think of them! |
When the stress of it all
burns my mind like acid tears...
He sits alone, plastic cup in hand
His luck has run out, the doors all shut...
I don't love you anymore
No, I don't love you anymore...
He sits alone, plastic cup in hand
His luck has run out, the doors all shut...
To see the world as we know it
through alien eyes...
Today i met a boy named Kyle
who didn't have much to say...
A corrupt nation harboring the troubled mind
Look around all is evil I'd rather be blind...