Category: Writers Block
Dispense with the pretense, it doesn’t make no sense. I tried and I cried so I lied, inside of my sol was the hole you dug deeper, with the blade of the reaper. Dam I have to put it to meter, I hate doing it this way, but I need you to hear what I have to say. Shouldn’t be this way, but it is what it is. The cut and the smash the mish and the mash we clash like the titans Hera and Zeus, what’s the use, Do you hear me, can you feel me, it’s for real see, now go clown me, cause I’m airing my laundry. I tried to show you but you couldn’t see when you needed consoling, I consoled thee. When I needed consoling, what you told me, grow up dude, felt like you rolled me. Do you hate me, can you face me? Fucking taste me cause I’m bitter sweet. Here’s a feast of raw meet for those fucking buzzards, eat if you dare because I don’t care. I’m raw the exposed nerve, so much pain that I’m unnerved I feel like an old dog just chasing my tail, emotional jail. Pull up the anchors our ships set sail, yours on a fine day and mines in a gale.
good poem. i'd like to see more
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