I guess it might come off as kinda sick or twisted
but I must tell you this before we go to bed
I don't believe that love is ought but desperation
and I can't give it just because of what you've said
I'm as hollow as the promises that I refuse to make
As empty as the smile that I will oft forget to fake
And as we stand here in this doorway and you offer me you self
I carry you like a burden or a hand that I've been dealt
Across the threshold of self loathing and regret
into a situation I just haven't fucked up yet
And all the while oblivious you act as tho you know
That's it's going to work out fine
Your fantasies of shining knights so far removed from here
The distant glimmer in my eyes, a broken chandelier
A fairy tale of happy ever after leaves in tears
And all that I can offer is a heart that's full of fear
Of being alone on this my wedding day
The fear of being abandoned by the things I've thrown away
The fear that I will never really care enough to give
The feeling that I'm too far gone to ever really live
That anything of meaning
or any hint of joy
will ever touch my heart
yeah I know :emo: but hey, it rhymes for the most part
:cry: This makes me sad. But I like it, thanks for posting this.
Same here, but I love your writing, Silly.
it gets worse ...
Hello there mr barman
please provide me with a beer
I'm on my way back home tonight
and I need a cup of cheer
So pop the silver top off now
the glass you can forget
It aint the looks I'm after
I just need to know it's wet
I'll drink another bottle down
and I won't come up for air
she'll tell me how her morning went
and I'll pretend I care
Cos I can scarce remember now
what used to make her glow
and no one wants to say it first
but we both fucking know
And she's too fucking sensitive
and I'm too fucking old
to admit that what we had is gone
the passion has run cold
So I'll drink another bottle down
and have a little sing
I'll say "I love you" even if
it doesn't mean a thing
This home became a habit
as the decades whistled by
Somewhere to put our feet up
as we watched the romance die
The clock upon the mantelpiece
is slicing up my life
My youthful aspirations died
the day I met my wife
So I'll drink another bottle down
with whiskey on the side
Just to face the stagger back
home to my darling bride
:lulz:
lol these poems are extreamly depressing.
Aint helping with my life atm =p
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on January 29, 2009, 07:04:09 PM
it gets worse ...
Hello there mr barman
please provide me with a beer
I'm on my way back home tonight
and I need a cup of cheer
So pop the silver top off now
the glass you can forget
It aint the looks I'm after
I just need to know it's wet
I'll drink another bottle down
and I won't come up for air
she'll tell me how her morning went
and I'll pretend I care
Cos I can scarce remember now
what used to make her glow
and no one wants to say it first
but we both fucking know
And she's too fucking sensitive
and I'm too fucking old
to admit that what we had is gone
the passion has run cold
So I'll drink another bottle down
and have a little sing
I'll say "I love you" even if
it doesn't mean a thing
This home became a habit
as the decades whistled by
Somewhere to put our feet up
as we watched the romance die
The clock upon the mantelpiece
is slicing up my life
My youthful aspirations died
the day I met my wife
So I'll drink another bottle down
with whiskey on the side
Just to face the stagger back
home to my darling bride
:lulz:
I imagine this sung like cheery bar song.
It sounds good.