Poetry3

A dark thythmic passion penciled inward and out - not three dimensional, but cowardly two - can't seem to explain the confusion of me - it's too easy to fade away into the stars - can you ever catch a glimpse of me saying, "I'm sorry?" - I knew that I needed to get away - dealing with unknowns (problems) is a blurred figure in corners of my mind - only look at this and think?

(or whatever) and then you have lost all compassion for me - but try to understand unfamiliar logic (me) would be greatly appreeciated - I cannot figure out myself - so why would you be able to? - upset is the word of the day - I'm sorry I'm an idiot, stupid, uncaring, confusion (ing), and dumb - but that is me (whois me?) - who cares - you are a special person - yellow and bright inside - I do love you - but I can't seem to break my spells that are brushed along my cheek everyday - that adds up - do yourself a favor and forget about everything - me - I don't deserve you anyway - colors fluctuate beside cool mornings breezes - ripples flow across the deep purplish lake of dried tears - I can hear the trees singing songs with leaves so gray - but today is another pain - another glorious bitch - the grind that eats away inside my brains -



	A dark rhythmic passion penciled inward and out – not three dimensional, but cowardly two – can’t seem to explain the confusion of me – it’s too easy to fade away into the stars – can you ever catch a glimpse of me saying, “ I’m sorry?” – I knew that I needed to get away – dealing with unknowns (problems) is a blurred figure in corners of my mind – only look at this and think? (or whatever) and then you have lost all compassion for me – but try to understand unfamiliar logic (me) would be greatly appreciated – I cannot figure out myself – so why would you be able to? – upset is the word of the day – I’m sorry I’m an idiot, stupid, uncaring, confusion (ing), and dumb – but that is me (who is me?) – who cares – you are a special person – yellow and bright inside – I do love you – but I can’t seem to break my spells that are brushed along my cheek everyday – that adds up – do yourself a favor and forget about everything – me – I don’t deserve you anyway – colors fluctuate beside cool mornings breezes – ripples flow across the deep purplish lake of dried tears – I can hear the trees singing songs with leaves so gray – but today is another pain – another glorious bitch – the grind that eats away inside my brains …