BeatA Poem by Xanthous Crow
Thinking is hard
The world is confusing With deceitful smiles And neon distractions Aimed to draw you away From yourself. But that isn't the only reason That it's hard to think Every time I try I remember you And my head floods with the color red My ears drowned by beating war drums. It is hard to think When you're in a rage Anger is a killing thing I agree, Mr. L'Amour But I can't help myself. I love myself more than you But you still drive me over the edge The little things you do infuriate me As does your attitude Pathetic. Have a nice life I mean it Maybe Before I get my hands on you Then you'll be sorry. © 2012 Xanthous Crow |
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1 Review Added on December 1, 2012 Last Updated on December 1, 2012 AuthorXanthous CrowMount Erebus, AntarcticaAbout"Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancho.. more..Writing
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