Done wasting precious time and youth.
Done examining every single word...
Times of trial
Hatred so vile...
Almost six years ago
our souls entwined...
This half eaten
apple has made...
In Tamriel, a land of green,
is where this tale begins...
They are analysing my every move,
dissecting each crumbling part of me...
Bitter sweet
is angers fleet...
*Challenge to write a poem from the point of view...
Countless captured moments...
I dreamt once
Of bigger things...
Within a corner resides a shutter
paintchips form a pool of lead...
With sweat stains on my shirt,
I wait for the final verdict...
There she goes,
There goes that girl...