please don't say that
they're breaking my heart
i'm tearing myself apart and they're just watching
who needs them anyway
come on, we're leaving
brushing hair out of my face
"we'll prove them all wrong."
i wonder how long that promise will last
you'll get bored eventually
they all do, in the end
i'll just wait out the next few years
their words are all lies anyway
it burns, it stings, it pierces
slicing away, they don't even care
i'm bound by my word, though
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Lowercase poetry
Lowercase indeed.
Great rebellious feel to this. Good imagery. I've often felt this before.
Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh