For some reason untold
I feel nothing when I write these words
They used to be my refuge
When the world was crashing down
Yet, for some reason
They don't mean so much now
For some reason
I read the things
That pours from another's heart
How these words are keeping them
From being torn apart
For some reason
I wanna let it go
what was its meaning?
I no longer know
For some reason
I can't understand
My poetry dosen't mean...
Anything
I figure
What's the point
If my words
No longer
Want to be heard
I'll still write
I just won't share
It won't make the diffrence I always dreamed
If no one cares
For some reason
I think it's time
To give up my rhymes
Set down the pen
And when I pick it up again....
Maybe they'll listen
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 7:30 PM UTC
For some reason untold
I feel nothing when I write these words
They used to be my refuge
When the world was crashing down
Yet, for some reason
They don't mean so much now
For some reason
I read the things
That pours from another's heart
How these words are keeping them
From being torn apart
For some reason
I wanna let it go
what was its meaning?
I no longer know
For some reason
I can't understand
My poetry dosen't mean...
Anything
I figure
What's the point
If my words
No longer
Want to be heard
I'll still write
I just won't share
It won't make the diffrence I always dreamed
If no one cares
For some reason
I think it's time
To give up my rhymes
Set down the pen
And when I pick it up again....
Maybe they'll listen
I think I'm just gonna like people's poetry and repost a few, but I think I'm gonna take a break with writing. It doesn't seem to be getting anywhere and none of its any good. So, dear pen and paper, keyboard and computer....I bid you...farewell.
