tap tap on the key pad,
hundred and fourty characters,
over reacting just a tad,
//
feeling safe with a laptop,
this app called twitter,
its just a backdrop,
//
for all the fakers,
who think that they have problems,
someone show them the truth - any takers?
//
next time you post on twitter,
think before you send it,
try being a bit less bitter.
//
admit that you're wrong
for once in you're life,
because you've known that all along.
//
you wont get me down,
for all your hateful words,
in the end - I'll be wearing the crown.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
Poetryall of these poems were written by me in my best times and in my worst. i'll let you figure out which poem belongs in which time.
