don't you think
I'd get down to my knees
watch you smirk
and hand it over to me?
it's not a drill
because that's how i feel
and I've laid it out here
for you to feel
things like these
don't happen often, you see
but it's real, and still
you can't even catch a hint
or maybe it's me
my reflections hold still
telling me i should leave
shut you out, let you sink
now i see
see you backing from me
you won't cope, you just shirk
wanna cease to exist
YOU ARE READING
some cry with tears; others with thoughts
Poetry"art alone can redirect those repulsive thoughts about the terrible or absurd nature of existence into representations with which the man can live" hi! this work is essentially a few poems I've written over the last few years.
