I'm worn out,
I pout,
I shout.
Silly things to hear from
Such untrained ears,
But you just don't know what
It's about.
But perhaps there's a story
That isn't all that boring.
If you're not willing to hear,
See your way out.
Because I'm simply tired
Of being this liar
This is something I always dreampt of talking about.
I've been locked out,
Caged in,
Told not to say such words again
Except I could never go long without
Where does the line begin?
Does it have an end?
Will I see your evil face again?
Frankly, I'd rather go without.
CZYTASZ
Poems, Sweet Nothings.
PoezjaA collection of sloppily put together poems that I make in a form of venting. Enjoy. -- most of them aren't written in the correct form poems should be, i tend to avoid it.
