Another thought
Comes to my head
And I wonder what if
I would be the one instead?
A lonely girl
Floats on the water
Her pale wet skin now blue
Could it get any less hotter?
A sorrowful man
Stands by the lake
He cries shamelessly
And sometimes shakes
A lonely girl
She starts to sink
Never seen again ever
And as she drops, did she just wink?
Just a quick note: I do NOT have depression, as far as I know. I'm just really good at writing about sad stuff? I don't know, but I'll try to write about happy poems, but for some reason writing about sad stuff is easier.
