Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
The urge to pick up the blade has become stronger All my strength is drained and my feelings hit me harder Pushing em away because I told you I was better Showing you a different face, **** it's just the weather A different time, a different cloud A different daydream to shut out What else am I supposed to say Been lying since the very first day Cut off all my ties No one notices the lost lines Time to disappear I'm sorry for the last time
0
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 11:21 PM UTC
My Last Goodbye
The urge to pick up the blade has become stronger All my strength is drained and my feelings hit me harder Pushing em away because I told you I was better Showing you a different face, **** it's just the weather A different time, a different cloud A different daydream to shut out What else am I supposed to say Been lying since the very first day Cut off all my ties No one notices the lost lines Time to disappear I'm sorry for the last time
paintedflower
Written by
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 11:21 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem