Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2017
It doesn't matter what I say
And it doesn't matter what they know,
Tomorrow for me will be a rainy day
After they're through sending me where
No one even knows I may go.

And no matter what happens to me,
You'll be fine-fancy free,
You're all the same, just looking for something
Or someone that looks just like me to blame,
No one would hurt you just the same.

*And what was the point for this madness
That won't ever come to an end?
No attempt to find a way to ease the tension?
Why can't peace between us ever begin?
So you can always be certain you'll always win.
Alan S Bailey
Written by
Alan S Bailey  M/Unlisted
(M/Unlisted)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems