Author: FoRsAkEn


Im wasting my time
writing you this rhyme
tha pain it hurts
tha blood it squirts
from my heart tha tha page
because of all this rage
tha lies, tha burn
to be free is all i yearn
tha tears will end
my heart will mend
cuz i will see you nomore
i hav shut tha door
i locked you out
i wont hear you no matter how much you shout.
im juss tired of tha lies
so this is tha last of tha hellos etc. Goodbyes...


Comments on this poem/writing:

Meridian ( -- Wednesday, December 29 2004, 04:31 pm


Great lyrics, freestyle, and rhyming! Oh no, you're never wasting time in my eyes. Poetry is definitely like a route 66, an escape route from all those bottled up feelings kept inside. I know how it feels, feels like you're ready to burst, or explode at any minute now. Sometimes, that's all it takes, to feel better! Never stop writing though! PLEASE DON'T! You've got skill!
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