Why do you look at me like im nothing,
Just an object in your way...
Im caught as the vines,
Twist around my legs...
You used to call me an angel, with flowing blond...
An angel of love, embraces and care...
I apologize
I know its wrong...
Shut up and control the crying,
be a big girl the way they want...
I'm starting to realize that I hate everything.
I hate all the times I liked you...
Such a sad poor moment everyone is crying
Yet I hear me laughing...
Like a puppet on a severed string
Dancing upon poesy in ponds of pageant horizon...
My last poem this will be.
No need for emotion no need to think...
Here I am laying on the ground
trying to find the strength I once found...
Look into her eyes as i once did
But say no...
These Cold Nights
Are Eating Me Alive...