Counting

Some deep thoughts tonight.

Broken hearted child looking at the stars
Wishing on something that might never come
Tearing apart relationships one by one
Crying to this worthless poem.

 She doesn't deserve anything at all
With the way she treats the ones around her
She lives in her own sad little world
Filling her scenes with her own cold perjer.

She Is so in love with her mate
But still she seduces with her eyes
Other men she can find attractive
Thinking no one can see through her disguise.

Because this isn't a normal girl
Shes swollen inside, the size of a mountain
When Is the day she will break for good
It won't be long, no reason to start countin.

The problem is, her heart loves so much
Craming all this love into this hurt body
 Leaving her to over-flow and burst inside
She could be the rainbow, But shes still so gaudy.

Because she won't ever be like the rest of us
Sadness will keep her from ever mounting
For she won't beable to take this soon enough
And trust me, Their won't be any  time left for counting.

Author's Note

I just suck at life.

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

Broken hearted child looking at the stars
Wishing on something that might never come
Tearing apart relationships one by one
Crying to this worthless poem.
She doesn't deserve anything at all
With the way she treats the ones around her
The problem is, her heart loves so much
Craming all this love into this hurt body..i am a little lost here at her hurt
Because she won't ever be like the rest of us
Sadness will keep her from ever mounting
very nice strong writing..still little lost at what is hurting
lovely work..