Such is the weather of my conscience
Its not that easy to believe
thunderstorms of vices, grave
promises of all that I can have
The hills that cross the bay of gloom
Resonate with anticipated doom
Those pastures green with dew dropped blades
Theyve left us dry and out of place
While we despair and shout and scream
they play host to creatures unknown
creatures that haunt our dreams
creatures whose faces are left to be shown
Why create when its so no good?
Why must we live for decades
just because we 'should
blah blah blah, Im horrible. and lazy. and I barely write anymore. but all my fans, all 46 of you, you cant understand how much it means that you're still here. Ive lost a couple here and there but well, YOU'RE STILL HERE. SO, YOU GO GIRL...OR BOY. BECAUSE YOU ARE AMAZING :')
this was a mite too depressing and probably doesnt make a lick of sense, but well, College sucks :P
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PoesiFor all those who have ever felt alone, judged, pained or unworthy of love. All my work is original so I expect my readers to respect that and not reproduce it without my knowledge. x