SickA Poem by DeoTears stain my cheeks I feel like I'm going to puke. I'm shaking. I never thought. I'd give her the go ahead. But if everyone can't live in harmony There is no point in any of it. All I ask. Is for everyone to get along. But does that work? No. She was going to give me money. I found the prefect one. Things were fine. They got great news from the lady. But all of that is going to go straight done the shitter. Because of one misplaced sentence Is it really worth it? I guess it doesn't matter anymore. We will be gone by morning.
© 2014 Deo |
Stats
139 Views
Added on April 6, 2014 Last Updated on April 6, 2014 AuthorDeoINAboutTHIEF OF TIME I will mostly post poems. Maybe a few stories if I ever have any good ideas. But poems are what I prefer. more..Writing
|