Corrupted expectations
futile, wrong
I can see the end - or can I?
for I still can't stop
Morbidity shadows me
and I follow melancholy
or is it the other way around?
Life-
not just a cup of coffee you label too bitter
Wishes-
another spoon of sugar
how much is too little?
futile, wrong
I can see the end - or can I?
for I still can't stop
Morbidity shadows me
and I follow melancholy
or is it the other way around?
Life-
not just a cup of coffee you label too bitter
Wishes-
another spoon of sugar
how much is too little?
6 comments:
Hahaha! Love the title! :D
@blunt edges: it *is* perfect, no? ;)
this poem is really good! well done! and by the way i love the blog!! woah! following!
@Eloise: :D Thank you so much!! It is comments like yours that make me feel like writing again... very kind of you. :) And thanks for the follow!
No poem is senseless
the words are too important to be trivial, your talent is great.
@Shy Poet: Thank you so much. :) And welcome here.
The words, perhaps, are important.. but they won't make sense to a lot of people. Sometimes, am not sure, if they ever make sense to me too.
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