Helpless against you, I can't do anything, but wait. Wait for you to say something, Wait for you to tell me that you still care. But, I know that I am waiting on nothing.
So you are bringing me pain I tear at my face Hoping the flesh will mold itself Into something better I look like a zombie tonight. Im tired of executing this fight. I thought i could do this 'till i die Truth is all I wanted to do was chase you. And in the end the question is what did you even amount to? I was willing to give up my skinny jeans, Aviators And band shirts In turn for your attention and love But you took me and made me a fool. "All in the name of love" I tried to be what you wanted But what you wanted was a swimsuit model and a load of ca$h. Im sorry, But im not saying sorry to you. Im apologizing to myself. I was willing to wash myself away For a girl. And it seemed like my body and heart was shot at with an rpg. But know, I wish you A very special ********
If poetry dies We all fall apart. If poetry dies, Will the sun not shine anymore? Because the sun is poetic in its own way. It radiates. It illuminates. It inspires. And if poetry dies Art dies. Poetry is everything. Its existed for centuries. See this is brought people together since forever ago. And today, it brings us together. you and me And whoever else's poems you delight yourself with. We create a community. Here On this site. People from all over the world. Each of us with a story to tell And one talent we show poetry Isnt it great? A tradition that must live on. The art of emotion Some complex Others delightfully simple. Poetry Creates us, Our creativity And the desire to write something new Something **great
For all poets who want to keep the tradition of poetry ALIVE!!