You always think it will change,
Though your eyes tell you different,
You think it'll be better,
Your tears must mean something after all,
Your own blood,
She couldn't lie to you,
Could she?
Will she?
Hasn't she?
You think change is just that easy?
A few teardrops and empty words,
And now a whole new person is born?
No,
Change takes more than words,
More than promises and lies and more,
More than you have.
And when the day comes,
And fistful of powder,
And that dirty needle,
Claim their prize,
Your "I told you so" will be caught,
In your throat,
And you'll wish you had pushed harder,
Maybe then you wouldn't be burying another.
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Blissful Incompetence
PoetryThis will be my poem dump. All my crappy poems and shitty thoughts all compressed into one place. Aren't you just so lucky to read them? For real though, most of this will be personal-esque poems and writings and most will probably be going over so...
