I'm sorry I'm the one,
I'm never any fun.
I'm sorry I'm the one to say,
It's time to repeat the regular fray.
I don't know if this is my place,
Don't know if I'll even care.
Lost so much,
I'm used to nothing
I give to you,
As if I have anything to give.
I'm accused and left forgotten,
By the one's who had their fun
They throw me into each new house,
Another simple hatred, they'll shun.
Don't know if I'll ever find my place,
Or if I'll ever care
I'll dream deeply tonight
Don't remember how to share,
Tell me how to feel,
I can't forget to feel.
YOU ARE READING
Zenith - A Book Of Poetry
PoetryA book of devoid poems. There isn't much to explain, or describe. I wrote My Dark Friend- A Book of Poems which I had to end do to my issue of writing too much, so this is kind of part 2.
