Tell Me Things.

Tell me things i'll never know

But i'll never find your reasoning

Your sides confuse my feelings

The reverse psychology behind all this

Seems to make me love you less

Paper mache will always have mistakes

and we're blinded in white

but everything's gray.

Where's the progress from your suffering?

Have you learned to just give up on this

Tell me things i'll never know

and i'll shut them out eventually

Though it may not be what I want

Though it may be what I need

All i'll remember are those kindergarten words.

No more than five,no less than four

Is this how you really feel?

No less than three,no more than five

Is this the end of another high?

Baby this is such a bad trip

or really am I just coming down?

Oh suffering progress

Are you a distant fairy tale?

I've told myself you're non existent

Just like you.

Thought I can forget your face

and i'll go and forget your name

Love,especially yours,

I'll spend a lifetime trying to forget

Author's Note

I know it's long but it needs some serious critiquing I believe. Thanks.

Reviews

[tony]

Well, you can't critique poetry. It's meant to be a record of thoughts, may they be abstract or simple. It is only the poets thoughts, his/her expression. There is no such thing as a bad poem. And this is expressed rather nicely, to be honest. You ask questions that allow the reader to see things the way you see it. Nice job.

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[Antonio Valentino]

Tiffy, this was very impressive, you have a nice talent. Continue to sharpen your pen and keep your notebook dry, your caliber of art can only improve. Very well done.

Antonio

[deeps]

I like all the entertwined emotions in this write.
This is a very well written write.
Enjoyable to read. You did an amazing job!