It doesn't matter wether the glass is half full, or half empty, it's still the same glass.
So don't tell me that perspective is what counts because the way I see the world doesn't change it.
And no matter what colors I see, they're still all the same.
It wouldn't be different if I had a different name.
So don't tell me whose to blame...
Who cares if there's a god or not? Maybe we should all be kind either way.
Maybe heaven and hell are metaphors for the thoughts in our brain.
And life is like our old breaking bed.
So lie down at night so you can contribute to a society that doesn't care.
Because in the end the cup was never half full or half empty.... It's just a cup, and that's all that's there.
VOUS LISEZ
poetry ;; typical_writers
PoesieWARNING: this book is very unorganized, not well written, and a lot of the poems in here are shit c: oki thanx Poetry/ thoughts by: Cassidy Trent. A complication of my original poems and thought. All of these were written by me: Cassidy Trent If you...
