#shapepoems
**Things have been
changing, everyday, so its
no wonder, we didn't stay the same,
it's been years since we've been close, and
every time I just happen to run into you, you're
not the same person, who was that person then, you
have built bridges, that you have seem to cross, and
I just seem, to jump off, but the fact of the matter
is, you and I, have changed so much,
we're not the same anymore,
We have tried to
grow up,**
*like a child,
stealing her
mother's red lipstick,
we are painted red, but
your red, is a red of beauty
and love, and mine is of blood,
lust and honest disgust, we
have chosen different paths,
and we walk circles*
**in the woods,
trying to get to
the center of infinity as
if we can meet again, in the center
paths limbo of the happy end you walk & sad
one I walk, So when we meet in the center, and we
never cross paths, and never talk long enough to hear
each other's life stories, we just end up walking in
that never ending circle, and as we circle; life
hits us with things, some good; some
bad, but for 3.14% of the time
it's as simple as pi to
get through it.**
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 2:26 PM UTC
Tick Tock Strikes
The Clock. Their Numbers
Numbers Mocking Impure Me
Wishing For The Time To Pass Me By.
Women, Men, Children Question Infidelity
Teens On The Side Smoking Cannabis With No
Absolute Care. Little Children In Their Strollers
Tugging On Their Silky Strands Of Shiny Hair.
If Only I Was One Who Could Live With No
Care. I Watch Time Move Ever So Slow.
I Wish I Knew The Worse Of Me.
As The Time Then Freezes.
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC