Pouring down is the rain,
like tears falling from some distant entity,
left alone is not for me,
I'll leave that memory behind.
Not because it's useless,
it's just to useful,
condecending everything and
leaving all that I put away
to get drenched in the rain.
Not why can't I die,
but how come I wont just go,
leve it all for a moment,
a breif sanity before I lose my mind.
Is this love?
Born from a nightmare?
Let festering to the tune of a misplaced
heart,
it feels just the same,
sewn together,
pulled apart and broken in
again connected by some silly thing
poorly glued.
YOU ARE READING
School poems
PoetrySo this is a collections of poems that I write at school in my -Er- Free time... ( Mysterious bird: *Cough*-slacker-*cough*cough*... LW: Shush you..TT^TT Mysterious bird: Alright, alright... jeez...)
