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I've written everything I have to say,

But the words, they rot and fall away.

So with a hole, in the bottom, I'm stuck in the same boat as before,

And slowly sinking just in sight of shore.

I work so hard to make my life worse,

Sometimes I think I'm better off in the back of a hearse.

But I know I could never leave her behind,

She's the one I've been searching for all this time.

And although she confesses to me all of her love,

Selfishly I feel that it is not enough.

I know it in my heart, oh my god I swear,

There is someone so much better for her out there.

I dream about her all day long,

Yet when we're together it all feels wrong.

Something isn't right and I know it's me,

Because you'rea beautful perfect being.

I can never just be what and who I am,

So much discontent I don't think anyone understands.

I put my feelings into words that rhyme,

I give everyone who cares a glimpse of what's inside.

Why must it be that I'm never satisfied,

I have all I could want; still I lie awake at night.

And wish for more

So much discontent.

It's the end that I wish was near

Just the letdown that I fear.

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 05, 2014 ⏰

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