i'm retiring from this poetry site. i feel it is a waste of time...and we all know how little time we have lying about. |
Stop yelling at him,
He doesn't understand...
Again and again I told you,
I lied and said I stopped...
I know you only want to help,
I suppose you really cared...
I am writing...
Sinning a web of my own design... I am writing...
I'm trapped in a maze of my own making,
Distances away...
It happened so long ago,
Though it was only a couple of days...
How can you see I'm hurting, |
Many say all roads will lead to {insert city's name}. Perhaps all roads DO lead to some city, and then again...perhaps everyone is just going the wrong way. |
By staying hidden in the past, you can never get hurt. but by staying in the future, you avoid the past. living in the present, though easy and simple, means the eventually the past and future will find you. |