Like what?
Say that hell is coming back for me?
That soon I'll be no longer free?
That my paroles' to expire in a day or two?
That my strings will drag me back to doom?
Or that I've reached the end of the maze?
Maybe to just to say things I'd say in a daze?
It's called MeTaPhoRss
Do you not know that is?
Not negative thoughts
Holy shit don't you see?
Can't you accept my way of thinking?
Of translating horrid situations into parables like these?
Or would you rather just go out lecture me about
How my negative thinking can wretch my 'dreams'
You don't even know what I dream about
So don't tell who I can't mix around
I choose my friends and I know them well
Those who won't spoil and backstab me as far as I can tell...
So, if you can't accept my way of thinking,
Then I'd rather just keep all my thoughts to myself
Better then than being judged by you
URGHHHHHHH
I hate strings
(No I'm not angry at you, dearest reader it's just the author has to vent out some thoughts not spoken!)
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The Clouds and the Stars
PoetryAnd then a new year began... This book is engrained with thoughts and feeling of myself in the wondrous and mysterious world we live in. A world that can be merciless and dreadful at times. But every time I feel like falling, I look up at the beaut...
