#fogotten
I'm tired of being hurt,
I'm tired of never being enough,
I'm tired of being dragged through the dirt,
So now, I guess, its up to me to get tough.
Fooled me once,
Fooled me twice,
But guess again,
Because it won't be thrice.
Who needs friends
Or anyone else
If in the end,
It's just yourself?
Jan 15, 2023
Jan 15, 2023 at 12:15 AM UTC
He had wandered far in his truth quest.
A man by law, with 19 years he can attest
and ended up stuck in the west.
With limited cash in his name,
as he had abjured his family's fame.
Since his beliefs differed in his chest.
The family ideals were deceptively lenient.
Kindness was taught but he had never seen it.
His views were seen as unnaturally scenic.
A family that preached their branded acceptance,
made the man sing their praises and dance
with their rhythmic rants.
Maybe he is just a rebel;
A phase where instead he sings treble,
because the bass is in a bubble.
His head shakes and dusts rains,
falling just like earthly remains.
The ideas caused by yesterday's pains.
Heartful man, take care in the west
Listen as lives differ with the rest.
Make a pledge and mind the dread
Keep a level head.
Keep a level head.
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC
Iv come to conclusions,
1. She won't ever want me the same way I want her
2. If that's the case I'm wasting my time.
No out come that iv thought of has yet to bring you closer tof me. No matter what I do.
Iv never been one to give up especially since
Your the reason why I can't wait for tomorrow.
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 11:21 PM UTC
Your every word etched in my memory
Your every action burned in my mind
I hope we'd go on, not fade into history
I thought you'd be the same all the time
Did you think I could forget
All the times we had together
Since the very moment we met
I foolishly prayed it'd be forever
But you've forgotten all we were
How we could connect in every way
You remembered you had a string of girls
Vying for your attention every day
Don't think I'll always be here
Waiting for you to remember me
I've realized you never held me dear
You never thought of what we could be
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 8:36 AM UTC
**** me now
And sing the song
The song of death
The song so long
The song of pain
The song of blame
What a beautiful, deadly song
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 4:11 AM UTC