Here was yet another poem, the 6th one I wrote so my second newest.
So calm is my mind and so messed are the thoughts, maybe one day they will finally quit screwing with my mind, maybe one day they will allow me to say how I feel, maybe one day they will let me show everyone who I truly am without remorse, but when will that day be, it can' be soon, that would make it to easy on my life, I know when, it is so simple really, it'll never happen, not ever, for that means I would be considered human, I know my imperfections exceed everything but I have to say this to you, this one little thing, no matter how messed up my mind is, I'll always love you as I have, please don't forget about me, for once that happens I'll slowly fade, slowly die until there is nothing left except a few scribbles, a few notes, or nothing at all.
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Mindless writing.
Writing of what I think at least
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