Think of this more as my feelings and not as a poem or story. Just feelings.
This life is nothing but a mask.
So why should I even have to ask?
The lives we spent all hollow inside,
They are washed away just like the tide.
Everyone hates this retched soul.
They all must pay the toll.
Inside my mind there is nothing,
But maybe that one unique person can find something.
Inside my heart there is true adore,
That’s the only place I can find the door.
When I do find these extraordinary friends,
I will hope they don’t come to a dead end.
Why must my feelings have a crazy curve?
Why do all I feel is pain, pushing my last nerve?
Why? Oh why? Please tell me Miss.
Under construction, is what my life is?
Within my bones there is a spark.
It guides me through the very dark.
Even if I never find that true enlightenment,
May I always be true to my commitment.
SIDENOTE: This is how i run my life. Pretty much my whole thought process and emotional process. So yea, this is no poem, or story. Just my way of thinking and my feelings.
07-26-2005, 02:24 PM
Deadloader
:o <-- explains it all
07-26-2005, 03:47 PM
Samuel
uh... ok. Explain that a little more?
07-26-2005, 03:54 PM
Deadloader
hhhaha, wow it's so real
07-26-2005, 05:05 PM
katgirl21
theres only one word can explain this masterpiece: WOW
