Am I just another joke?
Am I the fool and you're the king?
Am I being used...
Just because
You find me
Laughable?
Believe it or not,
I cry.
I'm not some fire hydrant
That runs out of hydration
I'm not dry as the sand on the beach
I won't erupt in flames and die
I stand.
I stand until time is right.
When I'm with sappy wrinkles
And twinkling eyes
That have stories to tell
I'm not gonna fall
Under red paint
I'm gonna cry.
But I'm still going to-
Live.
Even if I scrape my life and bones, I won't be chewed up till I'm dull and bland and under trashy words.
YOU ARE READING
I'm Starting To Think...
Poetry...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}
