CareA Poem by ChloeI do not care. I have no need to care. For if I were, it would mean losing the very essence of my moral dignity. To sacrifice, to savor. Lie in the bed you’ve made. These dreams play tricks upon my soul and file away at the walls around.
I will not care. It doesn’t matter. My needs will go untouched and uncared for just as I will it. I will lie with lies, my head on the pillow of injustice to all crimes committed. I will reap the benefits of a false emotion. And ignore the caring word, for what would they know?
No, it never mattered. Past or present, I will not allow it to change. History repeats itself too often and the scene is getting redundant. Prevent repetition, stop before it starts. Play the game, but never hope to win.
A stepping stone. You all have found what it is that makes you happy. Benefits are what we were composed of, a benefit to the life they all have now. And I’ll play the voyeur to their ecstasy © 2013 ChloeAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorChloeForest Hills, NYAboutI'm a down to earth young woman who happens to love the art of the quill. more..Writing
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