Mother's Day never comes,
Father's Day, oh so numb.
When seasons strike a pause, and nothing changes.
I keep turning pages,
But in the end, it's still just a bird-"Nevermore."
This pizza is tasteless,
Words come up, but they're tangled, such a mess.
I've been walking for some time now,
Still pebble in my shoe, wow...
Everything's moving so fast, yet everything's so dull...
Faces fade into void and become null-
Yet every time I think,
All the time in the world becomes blotted in ink.
I try and try to get through the day,
But I'll forget my pen's in the way.
Talk a mile, trace a smile,
But ponder a while,
What you've been reading this whole time.
You've lost your mind-
Cuz all this time, you've been doing nothing..
Nothing but reading this from a dear friend,
But all this time you've been reading a poem in the end.
YOU ARE READING
Poems by Me
PoetryI write poems sometimes, and a lot of people seemed to like em, so why not put them on here? Won't post every so often, you've been warned. Some have swearing. (image my own art)
