I dine tonight
Confused by sight
Hoping that I’ll figure out something eventually
I lay here alone
I want to boast
I want to show hope
It’s Christmas time for crying out loud
For Christmas
The only thing that I’d want
Is to figure out
Who exactly to trust
Somehow, I’ve trusted the media with my life
I’ll tell them the truth
But when I look at you
I’ll go ahead and tell you the lies that I wish
Were true
Because I found out that I couldn’t trust you.
ESTÁ A LER
Steps To Greatness
PoesiaThere are the steps that I take to being a better poet. The shorter smaller steps anyway. Mainly consist of short poetry.