My death wont be wasted
Unless you let it fade away
Without veils and trails
Of tears and decay
I want to look back
And remember them fondly
But I fear that they hate me
Or dont feel as strongly
Oh, I wish I was like you
You are my ideal
It sounds pretty out there
But I know what I feel
I know it sounds real bad
But shes really retarded:
She never thinks, only talks
And Im not even started
She believes in the movies
And I can do is pity
I am afraid I will say told you so
When she is already feels shitty
Im not his your mother nor her father
They are racist as a pair
I want to challenge them with force,
But I cant seem to fucking care!
And Ill never have an answer
And it breaks my beliefs in two:
I want to be amazing
But I also wish I could be you












Comments
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I deviate, therefore I am.
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I've got 9 elephants...in my pants!
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I've got 9 elephants...in my pants!
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I deviate, therefore I am.
I definitely want to know who.
Lol.
I like the poem though. =]
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"Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving. What you have caught on film is captured forever... it remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything." -->Aaron Siskind
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