We just don't get along,
Even though it's been so long.
We disagree and we agree not,
But you're the one that started it.
We are not artificial enemies.
This is the real thing.
We don't chuckle and grin;
Holding in the sin.
Our dispute shines through.
And everyone can see this fued.
I say let's get along,
Listen to this pretty song.
You say that'll be the day,
'Til then turn it off anyway.
But I crank it up and sing the tune;
forget about whatever you are.
Your words just make me sore,
And i'm not listening anymore.
Tired of you.
Tired of being hurt.
Maybe someday you can fix it,
But 'til then I just sing this song;
Someday you might even sing along.
YOU ARE READING
SCHISMS
PoesiaA collection of wounds disguised as poems SCHISM /ˈs(k)izəm/ noun plural noun: schisms a split or division between strongly opposed sections or parties, caused by differences in opinion or belief. The world torn apart. Poetry to heal the wounds. Th...
