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Aug 2013
in a world where life has no meaning, happiness becomes a goal rather than a result.
The white noise of the fan creating music in my head.
It burns, it burns, it burns, yeah
what do you love do you love do you
appetite is lost. a mind it will cost.
bridges may be burned in order for one to learn
no other will suffice
the never ending challenges were always nice
i may have seemed cruel but
it was all in good fun
i never meant any harm
then twisted was my arm
"it will get stuck like that" they say
well it did
now i struggle to find a way
through life and love
i search as far as the stars above
no candidate stands out
why must i always shout
please stay
i'll never hurt you again
i never meant to
this shall be the end
looking forward hurts
looking back is worse
the times i've lost
the times i've taken for granted
how i miss those times
i really want to change
that should count for something
child's play we still partake
take it away and i will not wake
**** the character, **** the actor
the actor is nothing without a character
will we still act together
will we ever act for each other again
that silly act where you are mine and i am yours
this game leaves too many open sores
but it's the only way to make me happy
Written by
Ethan
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