What it takes for a poem to trend I fail to understand When you expect the least It trends and trends When I am serious and deep The poem flops like a fish on the deck May be I "No Poet" category poet!
We fall and rise.. We shatter then gather our pieces; We laugh, we cry.. Have fun, go dry.. We smile with tears in the eyes.. We fuss and fight, We lose, we find, then we leave behind; We love & hold tight, Then let go and leave, then fall then rise; It's a game called "life" It's a game called "life".
Like milk that has curdled So you have left a sour taste in my mouth Empty words and promises Are what you have left to keep you company You lied with no conscience You lied because it suited your needs To attention seek was your game To thrive on empathy was your aim But do you ... yes you ... practice what you preach ... I believe not For every time you fell I picked you up Graciously of course you thanked me ... as if it were my duty Like a man on a tightrope was I When you abruptly removed the safety net from underneath me Therefore your run to person I shall be no more And just like me You will have to learn to dance upon the wire Like a trapeze in a circus And there shall be no safety net to catch you when you fall
oh, cyrus- i know you never wanted to die. are you still in denial? hades lives two doors down the street, and your bones are as cold as lenore's. it was years ago, cyrus, that they took you and hid you away. Are you glad for the change, for the progress you've made, or would you trade it all back for yesterday?
we can't help but look back
If anyone knows any other "oh" names I can use I would love to make this a 3-part series