on repeat?
who turned back
the hands of time?
why does this
seem
to be happening to me
all the all the time?
a passionate stab of
pain
from the passion
within my pain
a broken body
beneath this three-dimensional
state of mind, hides lonely,
am i broken
just to write another silly verse
to meter another pointless poem
with my distraught emotional state of mind?
because if thats not it,
then please,
lets skip this,
i've been here before,
i've cut myself this deep,
lets fast forward
past the repeated
steps of my past.
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