Care to read and judge a poem ?
Time swirls out of control
I seem to loose grip on everything I once thought to own
I walked so fine long ago
now on every step I stagger
I saw myself in the mirror as a blinded man
and now I tend to look away
make believe that im okay
simple things that cloud my head
they pour onto me
make me drown
cant seem to escape my own destructive ways
so ironic that a man with such a gentle heart
can do such cruel deeds
good intentions
but bad things
make believe I make pretend because I once believed on every lie we all said.
-Aless
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