Your pale hand clenches my bright blue steel,
And I know that our love can never be real,
You'll throw me away like the rest of the toys,
Yet you don't understand; you're just a boy.
I have no voice,
And therefore I have no choice.
The frost creeps over my weathered skin,
And we know that another day must begin,
Of punishment for crimes we do not know,
And we are left there with nowhere to go.
I have no voice,
And therefore I have no choice.
Your beautiful face disappears from my mind,
And all the little things I had to leave behind,
Now all I can see is a weatherbeaten track,
A goal with no finish line, and no turning back.
I have no voice.
I have no choice.
YOU ARE READING
Optimistic Pessimism
PoetryA compilation of poetry I've written in order to express myself. They are all very short, only about 100 words each, so please give reading a few a try! :) I also have a book! Link: http://w.tt/21toVyh (It's on my bio! And it's called "Scrape") Al...
