A pretty girl who smiled at me
A mother holding her baby
No beauty, just confirmity.
A song written in the sadness of an hour
A promise kept in a mad rush of power
A suicidal man standing on a tower
I can't give a fuck, nothing is pretty
A word that rang in the ears for years
A question of maths that calculated my fears
No time for laughter and no time for tears
I'm just searching for negativity
Some people live in prisons, some live free
In the mirror I look, whats become of me?
Is this face mine? or someone else I see
Where people see beauty, I see ugly
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Don't say anything, just don't.
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why the angst! has someone wronged you? have you wronged yourself?
ReplyDeletei cant say anything...
ReplyDeletecoz i'm speechless....
THIS IS POETRY TO ME!!
@ Kris...
ReplyDeletewhy not the angst? anger is good if projected in the right direction...you for got a spot to shave there mate.there, on your chin ;)
@ Vitruvian...
This is not poetry to many people, glad you could come to the other side ;)
Cheers!
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