Washington Whatever I say on here is either going to sound exactly like everyone else's. But not everyone is the same, right? So here goes nothing; Ever sinse first grade I've been writing poetry, just a passion I picked up on I guess. I'm no Shakespear but I enjoy 3 followers / 293 words
The pattern never seems to change Back and Forth, Back and Forth I’m going in a constant circle Like clock work No new paths Just one track The same track as always. He likes me, he likes me not Tick, Tock He likes me, he likes me not Tick, Tock.
I’m not sure if you’ll hear this But I really need you now. I’m lost in thoughts, with no way out And I think that you could help. I’m not sure which way’s up Because I just keep falling down. With no more comforting thoughts I have began to forget myself. I am going down a path A path that many have grown to hate. How much more of this can I bear? How much more until I break? I really hope that you are listening So that this wasn’t pointless to say. But maybe that’s asking too much Maybe I’ll just fade away.