This is it
When life goes to shit
she never has a fit
Just sit at the bottom of the river
And let the currents pass
I wish that were it
I look at her face and see a mystery
The thoughts in her mind
Are hers to hide
I don’t have a clue of what's going on
I wish I knew what makes me so blue
I remember the night
That she told me of the black and white
Two opposites attracted to each other
To try and achieve neutrality
But it was in that night that I did not speak my mind
And still from that night I have not told her how I feel
And that was a long time ago
Months have passed and still there's a cast
That prevents me from reaching out
To clasp the hand
And feel the gentle touch that was yours
Im such a fucking idiot, to not have tolled you this
And now I can only think of the vital mistake I made
But all along she told me to give it time
And to wait for you, because at the time
You were very blue
So I did not speak my mind, but instead gave it time
And now you are gone from my sight
Now my mind is blank
And I do not know what to think
What is it that I should do?















Comments
I don't like the 'I do not have a clue.' It's too redundant, and kind of diminishes the incredible fucking greatness of this... I can hear it as a rap, but I can't say that's what it is. So...
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my life, is like rotten fruit...
somebody will be willing to eat it,
but then emediatly spits it out.
Hey, you called me beautiful. Flattery gets you everywhere.
Nah, not really... I'm more likely to fave art than poetry because I'm a word person, so if I fave it, I really love it.
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my life, is like rotten fruit...
somebody will be willing to eat it,
but then emediatly spits it out.
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