I sit alone on a wooden bench
I watch the sunlight on cement
I watch the shadows on the ground
I watch the swirling merry go round
Children laugh and scream in pain
The child inside me starts to wain
I weep for memories that walk on by
I watch them as they start to die
Walk away if you want to live
I have nothing left to give
A blank page to colour in
That is all that I've ever been
Rhymes are always better when they're funny. Oh well.
3 comments:
woman, live in the present.
LIVE
meter gets a little fucked in the last two lines ma..mite want to add a word or two.
your more than a fucking colouring book. you have the power to hurt. n thats a fucking great power.
whats wrong with the banana comment? and why censorship at all?
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