empty words on pretty paper
that disappear just like a vapor
a cry for help disguised as poetry
she continues on writing hopefully
what's the point of trying to rhyme?
this whole **** poem is a crime
maybe she should stick to art
perhaps that will mend her bleeding heart
to carry on she'd be a fool
her own harsh words can be so cruel
she is, herself, her own worst enemy
she'll take the blame and every penalty
for after all who is to blame?
she regards herself with utter shame
a broken girl with shattered hope
just searching for a way to cope
so write she must, and write she will
till that blessed day her heart lies, still
m.g.
Jan 21, 2020
Jan 21, 2020 at 4:48 PM UTC
empty words on pretty paper
that disappear just like a vapor
a cry for help disguised as poetry
she continues on writing hopefully
what's the point of trying to rhyme?
this whole **** poem is a crime
maybe she should stick to art
perhaps that will mend her bleeding heart
to carry on she'd be a fool
her own harsh words can be so cruel
she is, herself, her own worst enemy
she'll take the blame and every penalty
for after all who is to blame?
she regards herself with utter shame
a broken girl with shattered hope
just searching for a way to cope
so write she must, and write she will
till that blessed day her heart lies, still
m.g.
