right off the bat

a poem i came up with just now. legit, this second.

baby blue aura surrounding the body

color of trust and cold combine.

surroundings caused the mind to degrade in time

the only thing left to say was caring was a crime.

put a spine out there and watch the spineless grab it.

lunge at the support that they very well denied.

support that's not their own or something they earned.

the labor and sweat coming off your own back.

carry a crippled con and he'll walk when you collapse. 

its getting far too personal

these assaults on a kind heart. 

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

Some good metaphors here. Great work Philgod. You're still the king

[nigrum homonculus]

king? paaah, i'm only the little guy messing with words here. you're the one with a fanbase. thanks for the kind words bro

[xxxrawr_friendxxx]

Very good. I've missed reading your writings

[nigrum homonculus]

OH MA GAD YOU'RE ALIVE!!!

[xxxrawr_friendxxx]

Yes, I'm back from the dead xD And now, I'm a highschooler! yaaaaaaay

[nigrum homonculus]

look at you with your balls dropping and s**t! how is it?

[xxxrawr_friendxxx]

Pfffffff it's a lot better than middle school. I feel like a man now