Whatever
The pages fly like
there's no tomorrow.
Endless words, meaningless
Empty and Contrived.
How I wished
there really was no tomorrow.
For the revelry I so desire
Untainted and Intact.
But Reality scaths me
where it hurts the most.
Tomorrow will dawn
Indiscriminately
Even so I will push on
Till Tomorrow ceases to come.
1 Comments:
wow, didn't know that you liked poems. do you know marie matteucci? she's a poet, one of her works is called Anachronism, i think...
i linked you to my blog at http://hanaatsajc.blogdrive.com, u mind?
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