Monday, March 2, 2009

Just make it stop, come back and shine, just like it used to be.

Well, I'm in a poetic mood today. Eh, I'm feeling generous. Here ya go:
It's all we play.
Petty arguments,
understanding gone awry,
and we end up
through a thin web of
I'm done with these games,
these indirect apologies,
these tears,
this pain, again and again.
I'm done with flames
igniting so easily;
with apologies
coming from guilt
instead of remorse.
I'm done drowning in a dream,
I'm done trying not to
I'm done knowing it'll all
happen again
and again.
Trying to escape,
trying to fight fate,
all because of
these games.

1 comment:

  1. It isn't the second of March, is it? The third is tomorrow, no?

    I'll have to try that sometime.

    Welcome and that's awesome. I'm holding so much in lately...

    Okay, knowing me and my horrible short term memory probably will forget that you write poetry.

    Sequesca: sequence on a person named Francesca. haha, I really don't now.