Will somebody cut my strings?
Will somebody help?
I am waiting, hoping, wishing for the storm,
Cause the mighty river keeps me reaching for me.
If it gets me I'm gonna lose.
The mighty oceans is also pounding on the walls of my fortress,
And the same results will come about if my walls crash in.
The armies are at my front gate begging for me to leave,
Leave and lose, and they sound so sweet. . .
I haven't told you what I mean, but you already filled in my blanks
Well, I had an army too, but they left
Not that I blame them.
I kind of think they were right,
And then to make matters worse I let an enemy in my walls,
Just like the Trojan horse.
So forgive me if I'm a bit broken
But I don't know what to think or how to fix myself.
So here I sit within my broken walls,
Stewing in my own pity, planning my own comeback.
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Random Poems From A Random Lonely Girl
PoetryJust a collection of my "poems" that I wrote well the world turned and kind of forgot about me, the stories I wrote to clear my head, and the madness and impossibilities that grew while I should have been doing my homework.
