What I thought would be a good weekend pretty much just turned to crap. An attempt at poetry I guess. Maybe that'll help the crying feeling I've got inside now.
Shifting lives Turning points All the lies To which consort, Are we done Is this goodbye We had our fun But now we sigh, It was bad timing We can't deny Through all this rhyming Can't help but cry, So now we wait And see what's in store But no more hate Not anymore.
Sorry I can't be the one you want me to be. Sorry you think it's all messed up. Sorry life can't be what you expect. Sorry for the people and things around you that you don't like.
But mostly, I'm sorry I was here to try for you.
nangal · Sun Nov 16, 2008 @ 12:59am · 0 Comments |