Instigate.

by Curing the Comon Cliche   Jun 1, 2009


Instigate.
I'm sick of it.
Drag the solution.
Across my wrists.

Innocent.
I hope that's true.
That way nobody.
Will blame you.

Interested.
Push me as far.
What happens then?
Will you clean up my heart.

Instigate.
I'm sick of it.
Who you gonna blame.
At the end of all of this?

    report violation
0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

  • 14 years ago

    by Alicia

    Wow, you captured my attention with just a few words, it was beautiful. Wonderful words, 5/5

More Poems By Curing the Comon Cliche