Poems and stuff

tragic flaw

the tragic flaw in one's state of mind 

can lead the rest to not function,

like sacred fruit without rind

its wanted attention is gained pretty quickly 

like its need for some tension, its not very sickly

as you think it might be, but see, those tragic flaws

are what makes humans, humans most definitely 

some have their motives, motifs, and soul-less craving focus

but their power is still way less than requests of feeling no regrets

but yet without that tragic flaw theres still no reason to withdraw

your heavy heart from this head start and still no kiss on a sulking jaw

one can still not see your savage parts that make up thee

and no one is listening till this day about our flaws or our dismay

your problems give one so much woe, divided, our attention no

you still have me to save you here unless you dont want to hold me dear

let me get this clear, i still need you here

in fact this pact of star-crossed passion

is no fashion to start the outfit for this messed up set up

to be real, id rather it be you that i feel

its you i kneel for, your heart im always ready to heal

but fear can feel so real with many to misdeal

and that is my one tragic flaw

one kindle burnt to my skin so raw

and thus you still are far away

out in your grief or sorrow to play

whats the fault in my own duty?

if im to blame, then i wont be unruly

its cries of shame, sorrow, fame or this game that i dont want to hear

humans still can hold one human so dear

unless there must be some tragic flaw

in this blood, its still me, the short stick that we draw