Sunday, May 11, 2014

poem/life

maybe life is depressing
we all secretly enjoy the rainy days
maybe to truly live you gotta be mean
choosing to die, we stay nice and lost in the maze

i haven’t had a good day if i haven’t felt pain
white wedding dresses asks to be stained
filling up the walls with empty picture frames

loosing my blood in the wind
i feel like a psycho who loves the void
sins are strictly paper thin
ghosts love to play hop scotch - don’t interrupt - they get very, very annoyed

and i’m dancing to the broken hooked on phonics record
eagles who throw away their cell phones, learn to soar
i swear, with all the people in the world, people are a bore

even the devil gets lonely
and the people in heaven still get sad
we all want skills like bruce lee
but we’re happier to miss what we once had

~Nicholas Wilde

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