hmmmm. interesting. This would definately be good rock song material, nice one
When I left you weeping there
Sitting in your little chair
Did you think I didn't care
As yo breath that sorrowful air
I know that it isn't fair
But I've got no time to spare
With this spirit as wild as my hair
When I see you all I can do is stare
Because never have I seen one so fair
To speak to you is something I will not dare
Because hearing your words seems rare
There is something you must do to make me see
Because I've got THC controlling me
So there is nothing you can do to make me see
Because I feel there is no changing me
Months have passed and I remember
The chilling wind of a bleak December
All I can ****ing do is sever
The thought of your beauty from my head
Even after all the loving words I've said
Because if I don't I shall soon be dead
This pain is sratching at my bone.
And this Loneliness won't leave me alone.
hmmmm. interesting. This would definately be good rock song material, nice one
This one made me think a bit about certain things. Good rhyming and well i guess you have that philosophy stuff in you to. Nicely written and hope to expect more soon.
Great riming, nice poem.
Nice nice, I like the beauty of this poem.
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