My shortcomings.
You fool.
You simple dead fool.
You push out your truth
And ruin the moment you had in youth.
When you're weak you show no pride
Where you can't even hide
That confidence lacking behind
Your eyes.
Дурак
You fool.
You simple dying fool.
You are pushing out sights
That are around you inside
Destroying your own home
Where you leave nothing left around.
You're weak and have no hope
You are dying slow
Where is the warm love that you once showed
You are nothing more than young.
Дурак
You fool.
You rest in a grave now
You're no hero of this town,
When you think you try it all
When everything seems to fall
It never is enough.
Дурак
You fool.
You are called it too much.
You believe it
And yet it's nothing meant to be hurt in such hunch.
Дурак
You fool.
The mistakes you've made
Tire you inside and out.
Дурак
You fool.
You are your own issue.
You are what hurts your sorrow soul.
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Blue Boat
PoetryPoetry has no limits. I was going to introduce myself formally, but there is no need. This is emotion. Whether it is formal, informal, or not, it is a large group of feelings, where anyone can feel anything. Read it - feel it - enjoy it. I named thi...
