War breaks out,
Or so they shout.
The odds of winning
Are in doubt.
We have no clue
What the war is about,
Yet we fight
On and out.
I'd like to get some stuff off of my chest.
Some words I'd like to say.
Some things I want to admit.
All can be said...
Before you start reading, I'd like to say some things.
First off, I was looking through some of my old comments and found a few that weren't very nice. Obviously all books do receive some hate, but I just don't see the point of them. Does it make you feel better about yourself? Does it do anything nice to the other person? No, it doesn't. So why bother? Why waste all that time and effort?
Secondly, we're #40 in Poetry! The support has been phenomenal, and I don't know what would happen without you.
And lastly . . .
This is my cat-
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
***
Her smile is a lie, Her laugh is a cry, She masks her face, And in her head swings a mace.
For all those thoughts, She ought to sought, A place to be free, From her memories.
She could not be saved, For we stand at her grave, Because of the life that she had taken, The life she had forsaken.
