Well, my name is Brayden, and when I get down on the world, I read poetry. It just gets my mind off of my own problems. I have just began to write poetry, and really like it. It feels good to get everything on paper. |
Well, this is my first poem here, so please be...
All the days of fighting...
Why just can't you realise
How you're hurting me...
Work in progress ;)
Mirror, mirror can you see...
Small, black, white and round
Rolling all across the ground...
A cold Christmas Eve,
House sleeps, until tomorrow...
My grasp on the door
The cries escape from my mouth...
Work in progress ;)
Mirror, mirror can you see...
Why just can't you realise
How you're hurting me...
The cops sent me a photo of my car running a red light. So to be fair, I sent them a photo of my check. |
Often, the hardest things and the right things in life are the same. |