What was once ours was tragic
It was synthesized.
I'm sure
A fool I was
To cut my hair
After that
Ruined my style
But I learned something
Didn't I?
Yes. I'm sure
Of that fact
I mean come on?!
I'm still here
And intact
It was very much needed for me
A wake up call
To shatter my lenses
Oh so rosy
Thank you
Really
YOU ARE READING
A Madman's Attempt at Writing
PoesíaNothing to see here. Just a guy writting down his misery. Please move along
