How many times do you want me to apologise,
I must've said that word about a thousand times.
A broken record on repeat.
My words, my cries, now lay in defeat.
The same old words,
Been driving this same road.
The same old lanes,
Can't take it anymore.
I'm breaking down,
That smile was just for show.
The same old lines,
Can't do it anymore.
It's over now,
I'm heading out,
I wonder how,
You can hear me,
But obviously,
You still just watch me blindly.
~!~Ana
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A Poem Is Worth A Story
PoetryDo you think something's not real, A legend , a superstition. Did you ever want an answer, A reason, an explanation. Stories could be fake, People could too, But it's not in our hands, To define who's who. Like how a picture is worth a thousand word...
