Ok so i haven't been on in months, trying to keep up with my new job and my study and haven't had much time for anything else. This poem is pretty much just a vent of what lifes been like lately.
Your anger rises
with great anticipation
i wait and watch
with no appreciation.
Blinded to your side effects
you leave a trail of destruction
just a tainted soul
defecit of affection.
your voice is boiling over
insults fight for reciprocation
noone's to fall and mimic,
you're alone in your degredation.
the digits say you're all grown up
your morals tell the truth
intolerable child of youth.
Inside this exterior, over which the eye might have roved there was the record of a pulsing life, which had learnt too well for its years – Thomas Har
[This message has been edited by Leanne <3 (07-09-2010 09:42 PM).]