When I'm depressed, I can write good, sad poems. When I'm not, and I try to write sad things.. They look like suicide notes. Same with happy poems.. But they just suck, so, yeah. |
Miles apart
Days away...
It's our little secret
No other can compare...
Let's pretend it doesn't matter
what the world and others think...
From the moment we met that Friday afternoon,
I've been waiting, hoping, that I'd see you soon...
I tried to fit your idea of perfection
The very image of an Angel's reflection...
The creature sat alone, amid a forest of...
seated upon its throne of arrogance and deceit...
I'm just sitting there,
Watching...
Remember all those times you told me lies
and how you listened to my pleading cries...
He waited for her to love him
she didn't give the clue...
On this dark and stormy Christmas Eve
Santa's not coming and I won't sleep...
Unless we have not lived, we are all damaged by life |
What you call a mistake, I call a lesson. You learn from it, and grow from it. |
And every day that I walk by you, I'm feeling like a fool, trying to catch my breath, trying not to break down, and you don't even notice my -existence-. |