these tears ive cried
the feelings i hide
this pit full of sorrow
i wonder if there be a tomorrow.
your heart that works
and mine that hurts
i have one question "may i borrow?"
since i wonder if there will be a tomorrow.
your smile so bright
and my smile that lies "im alright"
tomorrow has arrived
so i managed to survive.
i have another question if i might
"im in need of someone, will you be my knight?"
save me from this monster
these thoughts that always haunt her.
the day is now nearing
as she is now fearing
this monster that is taunting her.
the feeling of wanting to murder.
who will be the person
and who will suffer the burden?
. . . . .
the night has come
and as of tonight?
this murder is done
the person who was slayed
no needs to be afraid
because the person who lays
was this little girl
who feared this world. . . .
poor knight. . . i guess you were too late.
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this makes no sense whats so ever!
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Mind | Poetry.
PoetryJust some poems i write when i feel like it . . .hope you read them. warning, these poems are pretty dark. I get depression easily, and i recently picked up on poetry. So i thoughts of expressing my thoughts to words.
