My frustration is your aberration.
For you can't seem to realize,
That's "our" situation,
Not just your demise.
I irritate because of concern,
But how can I help you,
When to me you just burn,
So what is it I can do?
I can not just sit back and watch,
Not when my own life is at risk,
And yes I know I am an annoying punch,
To whom I know away you want whisked.
posted by Poetic_bum at 5:35 p.m.
Why look here to find my answers, When all you have to do is be a little dancer, A dancer of words, a dancer or questions, Ask me your riddles, and speak your traps, And see that there is little that you can't wrap. Wrap around your finger, or even your toe, Words are ones way to distiquish and see to whom they are below. But be forwarned, what you see here may and may not be, For even phrazes and words, fool the likes of me. Come now I can't wait, Will you come right out and ask? Or will you use your Cleaverness as a bait? Oh how will you accomplish this task?
2 Comments:
i love this devon, it really kinda says what ive been feeling lately
I'm glad to hear that enjoyed that. I just hope that i don't know you and that reason you feel that way is not because of something i did.
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