Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Weak

can you take this disease
it's been ravaging me

took control of my mind
like a hand's grasp on time

met you, and with me
there's no doubt that i see
what is meant to be free
but what is more like a dream

it rids rhythm from design
so the seconds tick slower,
than the minutes they mime

reluctantly i fear
that you might overhear
my illogical beat
which sent streaming the tears

2 comments:

  1. For some reason the post that i made a couple weeks ago didnt show up. maybe you read it, i hope you did. if not it pretty much said i really like all these poems :)

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  2. oh no i didn't see it. thank you :)

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