Dark Poetry #5 |
Thoughtless |
Falling rain
since 2008-01-31
Posts 2178Small town, Illinois |
Okay so the title has no relation towards this poem. This poem are just random thoughts that make no sense. Enjoy? (But really I only wanted to write the first and fourth stanza) ----------------------------------------- I've said it too much My lips are chapped and voice strain I'd explain more how much its really killing But your absent and attention's waned Tell me if I'm going overboard Is it too far fetch to think like me See through what I'd had to go through Or is it unrealistic like any dream? to you Do you understand, comprehend Fathom the very fears I cling to Does it bother you when I cry Or is it something meaningless; like you Tell me, since you know so much Do I want to answer your call? If I get better from where I am Would I be ready for the next fall? |
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