Our Sides

I feel like this place is kind of falling apart

So come on friend

Lets go for a fight

Lets make false statement of people

Come on now friend 

Time is trange

I don't care what they think 

We chose our sides

For the people we are with

But what is the point? 

You know, words divide us 

Into our sides

A simple word can make us

be a the edge of our destruction

I can't remember when 

This place was a nice writing site

Now every day I see hate and sadness

Every night I dream 

For this place to be back again

You know 

We make wars that nobody wins

Now this wars

Divide us into sides

You chose your side

I'll chose my side

I remembered 

When we're fine

Writing and in hapiness 

So why can't we returned back? 

Forget all of this

and lets get back for our real

Real motivation

The creation of art

The creation of our writing

Reviews

[DoormanDan]

Hey Lizardo, long time no see! I really see what you're getting at with this poem, there seriously is a lot of drama going on here on writerscafe lately. Oh well, that's the price of humanity, isn't it?

I noticed a few typos; "Time is trange, you missed the s", "be a the edge of our destruction" you missed the t. Sounds like your keyboard wasn't being generous today lol. Anyway, welcome back :)

[Lizardo]

Welcom back to you :)
My keyboard isn't working properly so lol xD