Inertia

I’m alone (so alone)

 Falling apart at the seams 

What defines me

 Are shards of my broken dreams

 I can’t remember my smile 

Or when I use to sing

 How come no one can relate 

Or get what I mean? 

It’s like the world is my stage 

And everybody’s a prop 

Time out for a second! 

Why can’t the faking stop? 

Inertia takes hold and there’s no turning back 

Once you’ve left your spot you can’t get where you were at

 Your family and friends will never be the same 

And once they’re dead or gone no one cares about your name

Reviews

[Emily B]

i predict you will be a star at the writer's café, every one will know your name

[Commanda Panda]

I've retired as a poet. I'm not the type to want star status.

[Emily B]

I was about to offer to be president of your fan club

[Commanda Panda]

Well, I can't stop you from making the club. ;)

[Emily B]

you've apparently heard of that terrible stubborn streak I inherited from somewhere

[Commanda Panda]

No. I just assumed that you will do as you please.

[Emily B]

i usually do :)

[Commanda Panda]

Typical woman. :P

[Emily B]

et tu, panda?

already been called that dirty name once this week

[Commanda Panda]

It's only dirty if you don't bathe.

[Emily B]

ha ha ha

[Vria P Crow]

We are never alone, Commanda Panda.

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