You need something to replace
someone to replace
This thing that has gone and neglected
Used over and over
and it's happening again
Once the use is gone
Once the luster is gone
It feels it's time to move on
The luster can be real
It can breathe, or
It can be fake or just an object
Whatever it is it is easy to move on
But you don't want to move on
You don't want to be left in the cold
That fake smile to keep going
It thinks you don't know
That front it puts on as it tries
It is innocent
at the same time it is manipulative
You love it, but at the same time you hate how it is
It clamps to the next best thing
And you wonder what happened to the last thing
What is going on?
Why is it so cold
Because you still love it
but some part of it you hate
This I dunno what it's dedicated to or who it is but otherwise than this, I'm sure all readers feel some sort of drop a little one as they read it, or some realization. But anyways I guess I've been feeling like this poem this year, Cold, and not outwardly, but just some things I noticed, that happened that is still happening.
OTher than that I must continue drawing HOOHAw!!!
 coldeyedflames · Tue Nov 07, 2006 @ 06:15pm · 2 Comments |
